Upon returning from the 2010 Healing Touch Program Conference on “The Joy of Healing, A Journey with the Heart,” with all the talk of hum-mers and their symbology, I recalled an event that occurred a few years ago, following a previ-ous Healing Touch conference where I heard a neurologist speak on trauma. I feel compelled to write about it now as I complete another phase of my personal healing journey. Delightful little crea-tures that they are, hummingbirds bring us the message to “lighten up” and find joy. Just like the laughing Buddha or Jesus’ laughter, hummers, like these spiritual masters, remind us that life is not to be taken too seriously. Of course, this is easier said than done when one enters their “dark night of the soul” but, nevertheless, it is well worth the effort and the journey!
It was a beautiful sunny day. A perfect one to pull weeds and ground myself among the flowers I had planted by my large kitchen window where we loved to sit and watch the beauty of nature unfold. We also had a feeder in a basket of flowers near the window. It was a perfect place to watch the many hum-mingbirds as they came to our garden — a simple way to bring nature in close.
Before I knew it, I heard a “thud” and a sweet little hummingbird was lying to my right on the ground on foliage. It had unknow-ingly flown right into the shiny window and “knocked itself silly”, a phrase heard from elders when I was a child. In its beautiful heart chakra green body and red banded throat, it lay there quivering. A bit in shock myself, I just knelt there watching it shake, bemoaning its experience. Then I was drawn to Set Intention for its highest good and just hold my hand about six inches above it, sending it healing energy and Light, known in HT as Magnetic Passes Hands Still. It just continued laying on the ground shaking, its whole body quivering as I watched – silently sending healing – half in horror and half in amazement. Simultaneously I recalled the trauma workshop at the HT con-ference where I had heard Dr. Peter Levine speak, and I hoped this was a trauma discharge.
Continuing to hold space for healing, it seemed that time stood still and that hours passed, as I watched what seemed like end-less quivering. When the tiny bird finally stopped quivering, I re-moved my hand upon seeing no more movement but remained watchful, hoping, wondering if “the worst” had happened. Suddenly right before my eyes, it occurred! Just as quickly as it landed on the ground, the hummer rose up and flew straight up into the wild blue yonder as if nothing had happened.