Hummingbird: I had the opportunity to watch ruby- throat ed hummingbirds when visiting a friend of mine a couple of summers ago. Hummingbird feeders attracted at least 6 pair and they were a delight to watch. Fearless and aggressive they would feed here and then visit the flowers nearby zooming almost not caring if one was in the way. Hummingbirds do stop for a moment or two and would often perch on the rhododendron bushes below the windows while eyeing the red sweet liquid above. When early fall came they packed up their bags and headed south. I have read reports that they travel great distances up to 2500 miles to their winter destinations.
Symbolically the hummingbird has many characteristics and traits.
The wings beat in a figure 8 type pattern, which is a symbol for infinity. They are skillful fliers able to fly forwards, backwards, sideways and hover with amazing control. I have also read that they never walk. They have long tongues and beaks to extract nectar from flowers and help in the pollination of flowers.
The females give birth to 2 eggs and that number is significant. It is said to be the number of the feminine a reminder to give a voice to the feminine within. Hummingbirds to me represent joy. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, joy is the emotion of the heart, Joy is an emotion that when out of balance can be manic or depressed.
Charming acrobats, endurance athletes, tiny colorful fliers that enchant us. Which of their many charms has flown into your dreams today?
The Music We are by Rumi
Did you hear that winter’s over?
The basil and the carnations
cannot control their laughter.
The nightingale, back from his wandering,
has been made singing master over
all the birds. The trees reach out
their congratulationsf The soul
goes dancing through the king’s doorway.
Anemones blush because they have seen
the rose naked. Spring, the only fair
judge, walks in the courtroom, and
several December thieves steal away.
Last year’s miracles will soon be
forgotten. New creatures whirl in
From nonexistence, galaxies scattered
around their feet. Have you met them?
Do you hear the bud of Jesus crooning
in the cradle? A single narcissus
flower has been appointed Inspector
Of Kingdoms. A feast is set. Listen.
The wind is pouring wine! Love
Used to hide inside images. No more!
The orchard hangs out its lanterns.
The dead come stumbling by in shrouds.
Nothing can stay bound or be imprisoned.
You say, “End this poem here and
Wait for what’s next.” I will. Poems
Are rough notations for the music we are.
Rumi: the book of Love by Coleman Barks
Winter ends this coming week. Spring begins. The wheel of life follows this rhythm of nature. The Equinox is upon us, equal day and equal night, once again. For me the equinox heralds a new year. Tension builds as winter wanes. Breezes capture a southerly warmth. Birds give birth and share their morning melodies a tribute to a new day. We start our gardens taking out the first tender shoots placing them gently in the ground.
What have been the gifts of your winter? I like to look back and reflect on the inner growth, the quiet times I experienced when nature goes dormant. We’ve had a mild winter at least most of us here on the east coast have and for that I am grateful. Spring in all her beauty descends upon our land. What gifts will she bring? I offer my prayers for both seasons. With a pinch of tobacco or cornmeal I offer thanks for the blessings of winter past, and a pinch for spring’s gifts to come. I offer prayers for all of you too, that your hopes and your best dreams for spring come true. Happy Spring! Judith
I am pleased to announce I will be interviewed
by Jakki Price of jakkiprice.com radio show.
It airs this sunday Feb 26th from 11-12noon.
We’ll talk about my 2 favorite topics:
Wild edibles and how I turned a lawn into a backyard meadow-land and Dreams. Join us at: jakkiprice.com
WWKB AM 1520
Dreams have been a passion of mine it seems like forever. I remember dreams from an early age and became serious in my quest to find answers. Yet ironically the answers were there right along in the dream, the people, the places, the structures when seen symbolically contained the very answers I was seeking. How so you may ask? “They frighten me or they are so confusing they make no sense or better yet it’s the stuff of fools so ignore them.” My journey through the territory of my dreams has been fascinating, enlightening, frustrating and awesome. Dreams are messages to us from us or our soul if you prefer. It is said that our hearts process far more than our mental mind during the waking state. It’s the night that can unlock the energy, the messages, and the assessments of our days.
Since bees are the focus of my blog this month how can bees in our dreams be revealing? What do bees mean to you? Have you ever had dreams with bees in them? If so what feeling did you have when awakened? Were they in the background or major player? I will suggest that you write down a dream with bees if you have one and on the next post we’ll go further into understanding the role a bee could play. Then look up the type of bee you dreamed of… was it a honeybee or a wasp? Discover how it lives, works, procreates. Is it social or solitary?
(1207 – 1273)
look at love
by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
look at love
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love
look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend
why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how the unknown merges into the known
why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last
look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs
look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once
the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together
look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox
you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me
be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don’t get mixed up with bitter words
my beloved grows right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be