Thursday, July 4, 2013

Tandem...

           A heart beat
           in tandem with my own. 

             A sign my life
would never be the same.
A being yet unseen,
Formed in an instant
a heartbeat in sync
With my own.
Amazed how
the tiny collection of cells
Once fluttering in my belly
is the man
who stands before me
now grown
a life in tandem with my own.
a complete human being.
Once nothing more
than a beating heart
in tandem with my own.

 A heart beat,
That will forever be
in tandem with my own…

 

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

The Hummingbird Effect...

Hummingbirds are magical little birds.  Jetting energetically back and forth, up and down, effortlessly hovering in thin air, it is hard not to be captivated by them.  My cousin loved them.  They seemed to speak to her.    In so many ways, she was like the little birds, always moving forward to savor each moment.
 
I keep feeders in memory of her.  Watching them makes me think not only of her, but my mother and grandmother as well.  Sometimes the birds come so close, I can hear the hum of their wings.  Occasionally, if I am not paying attention, one will ‘buzz’ me.  My favorite is a little female who always calls to me announcing her presence.  She reminds me of my cousin.  One day, I actually reached out for her. 


 When my mother and grandmother passed, it was my cousin who reached out for me.  She reached for me and anchored me when I was floundering in darkness.  Now that she is gone too, I can’t help but reflect on how much my life has changed... is changing.   Part of me wants to run forward and embrace the future like a child with all its possibilities, the other part is looking back afraid of going too far, losing my way.  It has been hard for me to let go of the past and what was familiar and ‘safe’.   For some reason, I have this weird nostalgic angst about moving forward.  I don’t like feeling adrift, without anchor, floundering.  These women were my anchors.  They kept me grounded in a sense of continuity, and now they are all gone.   The future requires a leap of faith.  I have never been good with uncertainty.  I guess I have trust issues.

And so, I reached for the little bird.  To my amazement, she hovered an inch above my hand in a bubble of vibrating air, so subtle, so brief, and yet so very timeless.  As tiny strands of swirling air brush my fingers, I was suddenly caught in a stream of consciousness, without beginning, without end, only of infinite possibilities, continuity and connectedness.  Fearlessly, the little hummingbird turned and squarely faced me.  Our eyes met.    I cannot begin to describe the joy that filled my soul.  For the briefest of moments, we connected and just like that, she darted away. 

I was Overwhelmed and unsure what it all meant.  It took another to point It out. “Don’t you get it?  It’s about putting your hand out,” he said.  “You won’t experience anything like that unless you put your hand out and reach for it.   It’s telling you to open your heart and take a chance.”
Some say the spirits of relatives reside in the tiny birds.  Perhaps it is true.  I would like very much to believe my cousin is still reaching out for me.   I finally understand what my cousin had been trying to tell me all along.   She had wanted me to tenaciously pursue happiness, be persistent and to never give up.  Her message was clear, to heal and move forward, life must be approached with an open heart and without fear .  I need to realize the beauty of my own truth.   Only then is it possible to fully reap life’s joy.


 
 
The Spinner weaves
The Weaver spins
and Laima dreams.....