|Colors of My Table|
I reflected a moment on the irony that this tree had to be killed and cut and made into a table in order for the pattern to be seen. And I was thankful for this tree.
A blue hummingbird hovered just outside the window for some time. It seemed to be saying, "Good morning!" I had to get up and walk over to the window to discourage it from coming inside, but even then it didn't fly away for a while. This was the first time I'd ever made real eye contact with a hummingbird.
Then I walked out back to see where the hummingbird had gone, but it was nowhere to be seen. Instead I saw a large insect hovering just beyond the porch, catching the same angle of the light. It was a type of insect I'd never seen, with a oval, bottle-green iridescent body. I could see the extent of the blurring of its wings. Then, in an instant, it was gone.
And thus began another peaceful morning. I am so thankful to be here.