There is something inside the soul of all of us that wants to soar through sunbeams, then dance midair in a delicate mist, then take a simple bath on a leaf. There is something in our souls that wants to hover at beautiful moments in our lives, making them freeze in time. There is something in us that wants to fly backwards and savor once more the beautiful past. Some of us are just hummingbird people. — Animal Speak, by Ted Andrews
Meet Walela, the Allen’s Hummingbird mama who’s taken up residence in the fuchsia bush beside my front door.
She’s sheltering two hatchlings in her feather-soft nest.
And no small measure of joy.
asakiyume
They’re born! Hurray! And now I know how to say “hummingbird” in Cherokee.
Melodye Shore
Isn’t that great? I think Walela really suits her. I understand there’s also a Native American music group by that name. The YouTube videos I’ve watched so far are lovely.
Rose Green
As always, such beautiful photos, Melodye! Love the colors. 🙂
Melodye Shore
Thanks so much, Rose. Good to see you here!! I feel more comfortable in my new digs, now that my friends from the “old” LJ neighborhood are stopping by to visit. Glad you’re enjoying the photos… xoxo
Melodye Shore
Native American storytellers had much to say about hummingbirds, some of which I’ve read about in Jeanette Larson and Adrienne Yorink’s book, HUMMINGBIRDS: Fact and Folklore from the Americas. Do you remember their visit to the Authors’ Tent?
https://melodyeshore.wordpress.com/?s=jeanette+larson
So..when Linda Boyden suggested a Cherokee name, it resonated with me right away.
Amy
A nesting bird is a blessing of peace for a home. Mama hummingbird knows she’s safe to raise her nestlings in the quiet shelter of your fuchsia bush. She knows you’re a hummingbird person.
Love this quote by Ted Andrews, and the thought that our souls yearn to hover around life’s beautiful moments, to fly backwards to savor the beautiful past. Like the hummingbirds, we are sustained by beauty. Thank you for sharing this joy with us, Melodye! xox
Melodye Shore
Thank you for stopping to observe (and appreciate) with me this gift of peace and joy. Yes, I am a hummingbird person…aren’t we all? xoxo
Lorraine
Oh, I’m so glad to visit Momma Walela’s cyber home. 🙂 Lovely new blog, Melodye. <3
Melodye Shore
I’m so glad you came by to see my new blog (aka Momma Walela’s cyber home). I know with a certainty that, were you to stand on my front porch with me, Lorraine, Walela would recognize you as another friend. <3
Jenn Hubbard
Glad we get to follow another nest through your generous photos!
Melodye Shore
I can hardly believe my good fortune, Jenn! Better still, I get to share it with you.
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