There are those days when events lead us to measure our values. You know those days, when you find out that something promised was not held sacred, and words fall a little bit short of honor.
Yesterday I had one of those moments, and found myself teetering between two worlds. It might seem that standing in the middle gives the sensation of detachment from everything that is going on, but the view is also spectacular, and gives opportunity to see the direction of the next step that you may not have seen when immersed in the moment.
It was mid afternoon, and I found myself wanting to lie down and sleep rather than take the dog for its walk. I gave in to my own desires for only a moment, then gathered leash and headed out the door. As I descended the stairs to the trail I dialed on my cell phone, utilizing the walk as a time to reconnect.
As the phone rang I heard a familiar voice sound out so close to where I stood. You know who I speak of, and I looked up into the nearby tree branches, seeking out the location of this loud, distinctive voice. Just as my friend answered my call, I answered the call meant for me, and I spotted the small feathered form much closer to me than I thought it would be.
It was at this point that I found myself detaching from the stream of consciousness that left me fully in one world or the other. Words came out of disappointment, with news that promises made to us earlier were now forgotten. This was one of those times when it seemed that at least one part of the world worked against us, with a chance that our efforts could crumble before us.
I listened to every word, and participated in the discussion, but still my eyes remained focused on what I found above me. My words which normally would flow out quickly were now mixed with moments of silence as I adjusted my camera into movie mode. I wondered how well the zoom would assist me in capturing this moment, and whether there would be enough impression beyond my own sight to share even a fraction of the value I found.
The calling of this little creature continued, so loud in my observation. There I was, teetering between the two worlds. As I shifted from my chosen focus on the hummingbird only a few feet above me, a form that blended so well into invisibility in this fast-paced world, I transitioned from the voice of events that could lead to broken dreams.
Our conversation then shifted into realignment with our desired outcome, and the words that followed matched the pace of my fast steps as I resumed the walk. We discussed the broken promises given to us months before, and felt the sting of it like the cold winds that placed no value on the warmth within our hearts. We would not be broken. Today was a day of not just holding on to our values before us, it was a day to see how strongly our values would support us in our cause. Our conversation quickly rose above the hurtles we faced, and quickly we found ourselves walking with wings. In fact, in looking back I smile at how often our discussions are held in the sacred space of the hummingbird level of shamanic consciousness.
The steps that followed came quickly, with little time spent lingering in any place. Quickly I found myself back at the location of my hummingbird encounter. No little voice was heard, but the impression remained. I returned home to view the video, and today I share with you the results as well as the story.
Thank you for visiting HummingbirdShaman.com – and I invite you to continue the journey of Hummingbird awareness by attending the Healing Drum Retreat April 16-18, 2010 near Yelm, Washington. This event is open for any person interested in expanding their own consciousness and learning from the perspective of the hummingbird walk.
Yes it is a hummingbird. The constant sound in the background is the creek and a little wind, but you can see the movement of the feathers on the side of the hummingbird head when he “speaks”. glad you like it!