Sometimes the call of a bird is so clear
it bruises my hands.
Inspired by: The Ruby Throated Hummingbird, the smallest bird species that breeds in Canada and the US.
Notes:
- Photo: via Your Eyes Blaze Out
- Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
Breathtaking picture in hands that know how to nurture the small cute bird and such lovely and apt words, David.
Thank you. I agreed….
Welcome.
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So perfect it’s painful…I get it.
It is. I’m glad. 🤗
we hold the gentle world in our hands.
Yes. Exactly. 👏
Oh so precious, this is how we should hold each moment 🌿
Yes. Exactly. 👏
Every life is precious, we need to hold that in our hearts and in our hands. Love this, David.
If only,
Yes Patricia. Exactly. Thank you.
There is so much in such tender and wondrous beauty shared and shared and shared like this, from Creator to recipient, from recipient to recipient, what exactly can be said except to wonder aloud what this little beauty sees — is it even half as amazing? 🙂
Beautifully stated! Bravo!
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Oh, such beauty … just what I needed! 🎋
Great! Thanks for sharing.
You’re most welcome!!
I wish there was a love button.
Smiling. Me too Maralee. Thank you.
The quote would have made no sense to me without the photo. Thank you, Curate.
Smiling. Thank you.
Every time, when I see these tiny creatures, I try to imagine that they have a heart, a lung, bones, blood circulation, that they have room enough inside for eggs. I try to imagine but every time I fail. Maybe, we don’t have to understand it. Maybe being amazed should be enough to protect them.
Wonderful thoughts Christine.
Last early evening, while enjoying the beauty and warmth of a stunningly gorgeous Autumn day ,,,the three of us were out in the garden,,,he was reading, she was poking around and I was on the garden bed engaged in my PT exercises…she wanted to pick green tomatoes, he smiling, said oh, you are like your Mom, a gleaner…he stopped reading and joined her in foraging the garden, as I continued on with my exercises…soon she says stop, its the humming bird, such beauty & amazement we witnessed, the humming bird touched our hearts…and embedded in us the gift of a moment…
Beautiful. And as you say, each breath, a gift.
🙂