The rays of light pour in and through,
Our hands held to the sky.
The light also poured in and through, the stones in the vision I had. The light cascaded down, in my mind's eye, from overhead into the ravine where I stood. In my vision, the sun poured through the cracks in the stone-towers hovering above me, pouring down, like a wave in the rhythm of a tide. Sometimes peaking to blinding brightness and then ebbing to a gentle glow of light. Whether I was moving, and therefore, gaining a new perspective by changing the angle, or the light was ebbing and flowing on its own, or both, I was not sure. When it dimmed to a gentle glow, I could not see the destination. When burning bright, could I see the towering pillars above calling me on.
Light moving in and through the towers, undulating,
moving.
Like the pillars at Cathedral Rock ~
This morning, before I had fully wakened, I sat with my cat gazing outside into the new day to watch for incoming friends to the feeders. Nesting, really on my stool, letting the morning light wash over me.
Suddenly, from the left side of the yurt, up fluttered a bird. She seemed to have come from behind the yurt where the titmice rest and nest. So I had the impression, I had the hope of seeing a bird such as a titmouse flitter happily to the feeder. Perhaps it was this impression that caused me to imagine that I was seeing a medium-sized bird.
While wondering at the new arrival, to my surprise, her flight brought her closer to me, curving her in toward the windowed door, directing her flight right to me.
She paused, she rose,
She hovered still, and in the space of a moment in time,
Gazed pointedly into the window and during that hovering space, sent the message ~
"I have returned."
The next second, the new arrival was off, flying to the right and around the yurt to the woods. All so fast.
And at last, the message registered : Mama Hummingbird has returned!!!
Afterwards, I realized, she never changed size in my mind's eye. My eyes, were telling my mind, that this creature was 3 times her "normal" size. She seemed larger than life actually, all aglow, with her wings held up high overhead, to hover, and all exposed to me. Light bouncing off the pale underwings and and soft belly.
She was a magical being hovering over me, aglow.
I saw light streaming in, and felt connection and... love.
I suspect, that when she returns to her Vermont nesting self, when she no longer needs to be in epic traveler mode and returns to her summer quest for flowers and their sublime nectar, then she will show herself in a more typical dress.
For now, she comes as an angel, hovering in my window, as a being of beauty, with epic news.
She is a guiding light.
Needless to say, the hummingbird feeder is up, ready for her, and the rest of her intrepid tribe.
