photo credit Kathy Vilim,
Topanga Canyon, California
Warrier 1, shifting to
Warrier 2, moving through a Sun Salutation, my bare feet planted on my yoga mat… I breathe in deeply. Familiar smells from the canyon reach me – ocean
breezes blow over Sage and through Eucalyptus – Even with my eyes closed, I
know where I am. I know this place by
its familiar scents. And I find calm in that familiarity.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hummingbird appears right in
front of my face! He is hovering there
in mid-air, looking at me, wings beating furiously fast, creating a sort of
whirring noise. I can’t help but laugh
and, of course, lose my Warrier! The
hummingbird is there to tell me his feeder ran empty. There is a pause in my practice as I look
over at the empty feeder hanging from a tree in my garden, and I know I cannot
ignore my winged friend. I can afford to
take a moment out for him – after all he and his buddies bring me so much
entertainment with their antics over the course of the day. When I come back
outside holding a full feeder of ruby-colored liquid, I find the hummingbird
perched on a slender branch waiting patiently.
Really, I need not worry that he would starve – there are so many
blooming plants for him here in my canyon garden. One of his favorites is the
native: Nicotiana (or Tobacco Plant) with its long, yellow, tubular
flowers. No, the feeder is more a
reflection of my own selfishness, wanting to keep him coming around to
entertain me.
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Published in Whole Life Magazine April/May 2017 Issue~
