Why this in my house now, as I sit working for hours? Am I in any way like these creatures? Am I a beautiful, irredescent creature (yes,) seeking light and flapping my wings incessently, fixated on a surface which would appear to signal freedom but in fact offers no relief?
What would be another way?
The dragonfly I couldn’t reach. I didn’t try. I found it dead probably from exhaustion the next day. I felt sad and somewhat guilty.The hummingbird, whose buzzing was louder, compelled me from my desk. Speaking gently I waited for it to see and recognize me, which it did. I put my hand out and it landed, then stumbled. We tried several more times until I had it on my open palm. Gently enclosing it with the other, I walked to the open door and released it.
Were these visits “mistakes” by the dragonfly and hummingbird – entering a place with no easy exit? Were they meant as a lesson to me? A gift?
Here I am trying to create and define meaning, again.
Do you do this too? I’ve observed it as a common occupation of many spiritual-minded people. Perhaps it is a natural inclination of the mind or ego to try to understand and in this way “capture” life, holding it still and forever as “ours.”
I do see this as an intellectual exercise with no basis to lead us toward advancement…unless we catch it and stop!
Having caught myself and stopped, I can safely say that the experience was special, beautiful, sad, enchanted, and made me aware of how I am missing Life and the beauty of nature that is all around me when I sit at my desk for hours on end.
One can live in paradise and miss it.
I am reminded of people who live in cities with great museums and theatres and never go until a guest arrives.
Additionally, a story comes to mind.
My mom and dad moved to an assisted living facility in California four years ago. A difficult move, though a chosen one. There they were, feeling isolated and alone, as if shipwrecked with unsavory strangers. (They were among people of the same age, but not of the same social milleau.) One day my mom met a resident. They started talking about where they were from. Chicago. They discovered they were cousins who had never met! From that point forward my mom had a special connection to and reminder of her previous life, of happier times, even while feeling incarcerated.
These experiences show me that Consciousness, the Divine, whatever you may call it – can find you, comfort you and prove its existence to you even in a seemingly cut-off situation, like a nursing home, or an office cubicle.
The experience with the dragonfly and hummingbird in my inside-outside house continues to ring in my heart, poignant with gratitude that even when I’m unbalanced, life is so wonderous and generous as to pay me a gentle visit – even though.
How does Life show you mercy? I bet it’s happening every day.
If you aren’t aware, I invite you to intend to be aware – that is, if knowing you are loved no matter what, is something your heart desires.
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Hummingbird photo gratitude to Allan Block http://feathertailedstories.blogspot.mx