three little birds

Jan 23, 2009 11:44

last night i had a dream that max and I were walking through this very lush, peaceful garden.  there were hummingbirds taking a bath in a fountain mounted on the wall next to us, and I stopped to admire them.  that was the whole dream.  I woke up feeling like the hummingbirds were somewhat significant.  so i looked the little buggers up.



aside from being the smallest birds, they are the only breed that can fly backwards.  they get their names from the humming sound their wings make, as well as their heartbeats.  a hummingbird's heart beats 21 times a second.  because of this, they have an incredibly fast metabolism.  their lives are constantly spent eating, because at any given moment, they are hours away from starving.  because they are so small and fragile, almost no fossils of them survive, therefore almost nothing is known about them evolutionarily.  in a dream, they represent the dreamer's small ideas having a lot of potential and power.  because mine were taking a bath, i interpret it as my ideas and dreams ridding themselves of negativity and fear.   i am beginning to identify strongly with this little beast.

I've always loved very tiny things.  my mother used to buy me these little tiny rubber animals, smaller than a penny.  she would slip them into my lunches, or give me one after the doctor.  on the opening night of a show, my dad would go to the local grocery store, and get me a tiny figurine.  tiny ganeshas and buddhas from the hindu stores, and little bobble - head armadillos from the mexicans.  my mom always collected little porcelain figures of animals.  I always asked for swarovski animals for my birthday, but i rarely got them.  one year, my grandmother got me a tiny collection of swarovski chicks.  i still have them.  they sit on my windowsill, catching the light.  aside from the obvious, that tiny fake animals mean love to me, i've always been fascinated with how immensely tiny our world is.  that we really are star stuff, and that, as humans, we are made of billions of tiny power houses that keep us running.  and that our planet is an infantessimile joke when you consider the astronomical size of the universe.  when i see the world, or the things in my life as tiny, i can find peace.

call me laura, i know....

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