I went out for some air the other day and down. My patio had been the only connection I've had with nature for some time. From there, I could see the mountains, the trees, flowers as well as the ongoing traffic. But my only focus was nature and the beauty it always offers.
I'd lost control again. I've isolated myselt to prevent the prevent the spread. When I lose control, I always shift into survival mode, nothing else matters. My mind wonders to all the times I'd been force to use it in order to survive.
It has worked in the past, when I only deal with what I can control. I know I can control the spread, and it became an obsession again. In this state of mind, I can't afford to deal with or handle any distractions which might interfere with my mission.
The last few days my attempts to write had been futile. Perhaps nature would push me and break this block, it has done a great job of inspiring me in the past.
Then suddenly, sitting at my patio attempting to write, I noticed a beautiful Hummingbird, the smallest among all birds, was hovering above my patio table so close within reach. Its lightness of being and swiftness certainly did not allow my touch. But the symbolism it presented of independence, courage, sensitivity, determination, love, beauty, endurance, wisdom, vitality and hope, reminded me of all the joys of life.
Nature's messenger somehow knew I needed renewal, hope and jubilation! My gift certainly reminded me of all the beauty which surrounds me and brought out the best in me!