What a difference a day (and many friends) makes...

Okay. Let's just say it like it is. Yesterday was a real downer.

As I wrote yesterday's post, the rain was pouring outside in torrential waves. We even had thunder and lightning, which we rarely have. Seriously, I can specifically count the times and years we've experienced thunder and lightning. That's how rare it is. As the storm raged outside, I was sitting here in my studio writing the post with a storm of a different kind raging inside me. And I was feeling pretty uncomfortable about writing about it so openly in the post.

As I was in the middle of the post, the kitties at the windows started chattering and staring intently up and out the window--the tell-tale sign that a bird is sitting under the eaves (usually one of the nesting sparrows). I quietly leaned to my right, so I could see what they were seeing. To my surprise, it wasn't a sparrow but a sweet tiny rufous hummingbird trying to escape the torrential downpour. It looked so tiny, so small, so alone and bedraggled--not its normal perky effervescent self. It looked about how I felt. I had the wherewithal to snap some shots through the rain-speckled window.

Shortly after publishing my post, so many wonderful comments and emails came pouring in that lifted me and my spirits. Like the pathetic wet hummingbird under our home's protective eaves, I had found shelter and comfort in the protection of your friendship. And like the hummingbird, I had to take some chances in order to find it. I had to be willing to stop flitting about in the emotional storm I was feeling, sit down, and be still for a moment.

This experience has brought to mind again what a rich blessing this world of blogging is to so many of us. It is this wonderful community of individuals that has, once again, lifted me from my "awful-izing" and self-doubt to trust my instincts, be true to myself, and not let criticism paralyze me.

If I had been fortunate enough to have all of you 15 and 20 years ago when I was a newly trained artist full of promise but barraged by criticism, I probably wouldn't have abandoned my creative passions as I did.

Yes, the storm will often rage around us with torrential downpours, thunder, lightning, and winds that would knock us down. But there is always protection and shelter somewhere amidst the storm. Sometimes we have to just stop flitting about long enough to recognize it.

Thank you, my dear friends!
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  1. I'm glad you're better today!

  2. You have lots of blogging friends. I think this is the best thing since sliced bread. I just left a post on yesterdays post. I am so addicted to this and I love to read the blogs of whats happening in other yards. Have a good day.

  3. What a sweet photo...glad you are feeling better today.

    Just think of yourself as the Jackson Pollock among all the Monets.

  4. Maybe hummingbirds are God's littlest messengers of hope. I remember many years ago my mom having a really hard time and a humming bird came by her kitchen window, and somehow that brought new light and hope to her.

    Glad this day looks brighter for you too!

    BTW, I agree - blogging friends are pretty special!

  5. You would have done it for me. Glad to hear you're feeling better. Great catch with the hummingbird photo, too! How interesting that occurred to mirror your state of being at the time.

    Big Hug!

  6. Happy to hear that you are feeling better. Sweet little birdie as well.

  7. Cindy, I have to agree about the wonderful connectivity made possible by the internet. I think it is this century's next door neighbor with her strong shoulder to cry on. I am grateful that you were uplifted by friends of all sorts (human & bird & cats) yesterday.
    Love you so much,

  8. Glad we were of some help :) I don't know how old you are but I think we came of the generation that was criticed for being ourselves and a lot of us are still having to deal with the consequences.

  9. Why is there something so special about hummingbirds?
    I have actually held one in my hand. It flew in my back door and I thought it was once again a dragonfly. When I went to retrieve it from the window ledge I saw it was an amazing little hummingbird and it just sat there while I picked it up and carried it outside. I could feel it's warmth in my hand but it had no weight. When I opened my hand up it just sat for half a second then it burst off into the sky. What a feeling that was.
    Wow. Did you notice this became all about me? I think I should post this story on my own site.
    I meant to come here and comment about your lovely site. I was directed here by the posting on Muddy Boot Dreams and it is a nice as she described it.

  10. Hi! I came over from Muddy Boots! Congrats on being the featured blogger this week!
    I am sorry you had a bad day yesterday..hope today is better, you have a beautiful blog here! :)


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