Recently, while meditating, I lay on a blanket basking in the California sunshine while soaking up the rays of God. I opened my eyes and hovering directly above me was a tiny hummingbird. She was peering down at me as if to say "I see you. I know you. I witness you." I felt her powerful presence and understood this was a holy moment. Her wings moving up and down frenetically, in a peaceful, purposeful way.
As I continue to lay still watching her watch me I felt visible, seen, and spiritually vulnerable. She darted to and fro, coming back to hover and look at me. This lasted for less than 2 minutes, but felt like an afternoon. It was as if time slowed down as her wings quickened and propelled her energetically. When she took flight there was a distinct high pitched sound marking her leave taking. She sang her song to me as she flew away.
I want to honor my loved ones in a similar way. I want to cease my frenetic pace, and turn towards my partner, daughter, best friend and parent and meet their eyes when they speak. I want to witness them for who they are, just as I felt witnessed by hummingbird.
Do I allow those I love in my life to sing their own song?
Am I able to witness others and appreciate them for who they are?
Am I able to sing my own song?
Am I able to be witnessed?
Are you?
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Untitled, #7154
(c)2009 James W. Murray, all rights reserved
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Details: May 6, 2006; Canon 20D; f/10 @ 1/200 sec; -1/3 EV; ISO 200; 55mm
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