I am watching a hummingbird this morning drink from the feeder. There are six openings and plenty to go around no matter how many want to feed here, but he fiercely chases intruders off. Some days he spends all of it protecting the right to lord over this little plastic hanger rather than sitting long enough to enjoy the nectar inside. It seems incongruous for such beautiful and delicate birds.
I caught an episode of How I Met My Mother the other night, a sitcom with a central character who's a pretty cerebral guy (and also the narrator) and is surrounded by friends: a hedonistic opportunist, a quirky married couple and a former girlfriend who is very grounded. It's a witty and edgy show, clearly not for everyone, but this episode was about finding a way to let go of trying to control life to sometimes just enjoy the ride.
It is reminiscent of lyrics by John Lennon from Beautiful Boy, "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans."
Maybe all of these reminders helped awaken a grateful heart today, a quiet appreciation for God's many gifts, for my husband and kids, friendships and good health, even for the need to diet. It is so easy for life's blessings to be overlooked. But for some reason today was the day I noticed while sipping coffee with the red and green throated hummingbird sipping his morning nectar, that both of us were grateful.
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