When we look at something as small as the hummingbird it may appear that they are even smaller and more insignificant than we are even in our lowest times. The key is our perspective.
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Author Estee Taschereau brings over 30 years of training and study to guide individuals to their own light through healing sessions, workshops and writings. "One of our greatest tools is the story. We can find solutions to our everyday questions, and learn to better understand our value and purpose when we step outside the usual and open our vision to the divine presence that surrounds us". Hummingbird Shaman is an expression of taking that step, and seeing our world and our selves in a new light. Private phone sessions are available by appointment.
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The hummingbird sitting in the tree was my sign that my old world did not go away even when I was building a new one. Our support does not disappear even when we think we’ve pulled off a disappearing act. When you are feeling alone you can open the blinds, take the time to look outside and see who or what is on your horizon.
Spring is in the air, at least in this corner of the world, and the hummingbirds are preparing for expansion. Two males show tail feather fanned out, and make sounds you would not expect from such a little bird, all in an attempt to secure a place in the world of the female who sits calmly on her branch.
As I returned home I did here the frantic sounding voice I knew was a hummingbird. I looked all around but could not seen who was calling. Then I stepped back enough to see a hovering presence high in the air.
Where do I begin? What better place than within. Do we actually listen to the beating of our own heart? Even if we treat this reference as symbolic we can still find intuitive or spiritual meaning.
Many of the stories posted on this site are about a certain walk at a park overlooking beautiful Mt. Rainier in Washington State. In fact, the whole mission behind Hummingbird Shaman began with a hummingbird encounter at that park. Time and time again the hummingbirds have found me, and I have found them.
As I type I catch glimmers of movement out the corner of my eye. A hummingbird rests at the feeder, head darting back and forth before drinking any nectar. Suddenly another approaches, and its clear to see that an intruder had been discovered. Off they fly, the territory once more secured.
The intuitive meaning of the any sighting, whether it be a hummingbird, eagle, or even a vulture is always associated with the current events. It could be the culmination of many events as an opportunity for release, or a chance to make a decision that logic would not allow us.
The hummingbird is built like no other bird, giving it abilities and speed beyond our reasonable comprehension. It’s wings can rotate, giving this tiny bird the ability to hover, fly backward, stop instantly, and move at lightning speed.
“Peekaboo”, I thought, and just like a child I headed for the window. Keeping my movements minimal and slow, I peeked down to the brown ferns and rhodie, wondering if my little hummingbird friend was still near.