This little playful spirit returned

With such a busy schedule I am dedicated to any opportunity to bring the dogs to the park.  The Lab needs her space, and my older precious one needs her slow walk.  Friday was one such day, knowing that I would not be available for the next few days.  On this day I wanted to see the presence of the little winged one, the hummingbird who visits at the upper level.

On my arrival I looked, but no hummingbirds, even in the places they think I cannot see.  I lingered as long as I could.  I noticed one of the walkers I have talked with in the past, a delightful senior woman with sparkle in her eyes.  We walked slowly together, conversing about our animal companions.

We continued to walk together, for this walker was willing to pace her own movement to my shadow dog’s slower steps.  As we circled the lower level I mentioned that we were heading for the stairs.  My walking companion said, “me too”, and so we completed our journey slowly climbing the two flights of stairs.

As we neared the top I mentioned the return of the hummingbirds, and glanced over to the trees to see if my friend arrived.  “No, she’s not there”.  Then my walking partner bent down for some reason.  Suddenly a little form rose above the trees long enough to be seen, and darted down to the lower level.  “Ah, the hummingbird was there”, but seen only by me.   I shared this sighting with my friend, and she looked, but nothing could be seen.

Sometimes wonderful sights comes to us in that split second when our attention is diverted.  Still these great blessings do exist.  Some we are aware of, and many fold so gently into our lives that we cannot distinguish them from what we call “normal”.

This little playful spirit returned, spinning high into the sky before darting into the tall trees to the west.  For every blessing, small or large, visual or imagined, I am grateful.

Estee Taschereau offers private intuitive sessions for clarity and new perspectives, as well as classes designed to empower and restore.