This morning I took a tiny walk with my neighbor Johanna who wanted to show me a tiny hummingbirds' nest built on top of a tiny wind chime. The nest, of course, was filled with a tiny baby. All of which seems like a tiny miracle to me.
Or even a big one.
It's no secret that I struggle with bouts of depression--some of them fairly severe--so I keep looking for tools to put in my toolbox (ugh! therapist-speak!) so when an episode hits, I can find ways to lessen the pain. Which is why I've been reading about mindfulness which goes down the Buddhist road which places a lot of value on letting go of attachments because attachments are the cause of pain in this world.
Or at least that's how I'm reading that concept.
But as I walked away from the tiny hummingbirds' nest, I thought bring on the pain. I want to feel the beauty of that nest in my heart and love it still, knowing full well that it will be gone by autumn.