Report From The Back 40 Part 1: Hummingbird Edition
It is the season of the hummingbird… right in the thick of this sweet season. I call the Hummingbird, “Joy Bringer” since it sings at the vibration of pure joy. I also call it the Master of Duality, as it can both fly in any direction and suspend itself motionless. In its mastery of such a powerful opposing ability, the hummingbird then has the medicine to help us solve the riddle of the paradox of duality.
Oh, this delicate, intricate creature has so much, and in such a tiny package; all 2.5 grams of it! Although we know of about different 300 types of hummingbirds, each one is a lightweight. The average hummer weighs around 4 grams (0.141 ounces), with some weighing as little as 2.4 grams and others as much as 4.5 – that’s grams, people! Nearly one-third of a hummingbird’s weight is muscle. A hummingbird’s egg weighs 0.4 grams to 1.4 grams; a newly hatched bird is about 1 inch long and 0.62 gram. What an extraordinary package Nature has created in this bird species.
To keep its mind, body, and spirit up – the hummingbird consumes up to half of its body weight in nectar every day. After all, it takes quite a bit of energy to flap one’s wings up to 75 times every second — and that is in ‘normal flight.’ (What exactly would ‘normal flight’ look like in a hummingbird?!). Their daily diet is the equivalent of a human eating 155,000 calories.
These clearly compact, efficient, and riotously beautiful beings are loaded with Spirit. Imagine if each of us had as much joyous spirit per gram – that would change the look of our day and our world now, wouldn’t it?
And what of the flowers? I have heard that the song of the hummingbird awakens the medicine flowers. Plants and flowers live and thrive in part because the hummingbird is an integral part of their world. And, of course, where would we be without the plants and their flowers?
These summer days with the incomparable tribe of neighborhood Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds such harbingers of light-heartedness and whole-hearted living, as these little ones do nothing in half measures; they seem to always vibrate at full throttle. I have had an almost daily visit during my morning meditation on the porch from one of our tribe in the area. I have never worn a blouse with any red color, in fact, I have usually worn white, yet I was still granted the honor of being acknowledged and included in this little bird’s comings and goings. More than once I have felt my breath catch in my throat, quite upsetting the steady slow deep breathing I do during my meditation, as Joy Bringer hung suspended and hovering not more than a foot in front of my eyes – always a wonder to witness.
What’s up in your neck of the woods?
Stay tuned for Part 2 of my back 40 report next week!