Hummingjoy

Hummingjoy

A Story by barleygirl
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a flighty writing parable . . .

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I’ll never forget our breathless climb through the coastal mist as we meandered up to a medicine woman’s enclave near a long-ago abandoned hot springs. I had no idea where we were headed. An acquaintance and I were hiking toward the Pacific Ocean and cresting that last ridge above Big Sur, hidden on the coastline below. The thick marine layer stretched out toward the horizon, a motionless sea of waves stopped in mid-crash, and I marveled at fog tendrils creeping up and settling into every ravine.

“Hello, young ladies, I’m Hannah . . . so surprised and happy you found me!”

“You were expecting us?” My hiking companion must’ve been as puzzled as I.

“The hummingbirds have been clustering since dawn, so I figured something new and exciting must be in the air!” This medicine woman Hannah spoke with contagious excitement as a hummingbird fluttered along, flashing its brilliant fuchsia underside as it followed her effusive hand movements.

“What the heck does that mean?” Not being one to mince my words.

“Usually the little hummers are scattered across the meadow sampling my lavender here and there. But this morning, they are all gathered together in a cluster, buzzing the hose stream as I was watering.”

“So would that be some kind of sign?” My companion was only half plugged in, mesmerized by the meadow before us cloaked in lavender cotton candy tufts as far as we could see. Waves of pungent lavender so enchanting.

“The hummingbird is a Native American totem that embodies JOY!” Hannah made her spiritual pronouncement with her arms outstretched to the sky. “I get hummingbird totem all the time.”

That mystical encounter was thirty years ago. I never noticed hummingbirds much before that. Shortly after, I was searching for a different place to rent since I was being tortured by the landlord from hell. I found this cute little cottage secluded at the back of a deep lot. A flowering tree spanning the expansive yard was buzzing with hummingbirds and I instantly knew I had to live there. As it turned out, that tree flowered year-round and the hummers were always clustering whenever I was outside watering.

Unfortunately, over the six years I occupied my hummingbird cottage in town, that mid-sized city was steadily more ravaged by gang violence. So I started looking for a different place out in the country where I could enjoy peace and solitude. Before long I found my mountain cabin . . . that was seven years ago. I’m visited here by hummingbirds daily and the energy of this place is pure joy.

Now I know exactly what that old medicine woman meant thirty years ago when Hannah declared: I get hummingbird totem all the time. Often these days it’s all joy, all the time for me too.

Nowadays I’m trying to smooth out some kinks after working as a technical writer for thirty-plus years. Reading the capricious writers here at the Café, I’ve been learning to be less literal and linear. But I’ll never be as fanciful as one of my favorite friends Emmajoy.  I can’t stop wondering about the curious trinkets that must reside inside her pretty little noggin’ . . . how does she spill fickle fancies as she does? She states a common idea in such uncommon terms, I have to stop for an extra minute to ponder the possibilities.

To be shamefully honest, I stopped being Emmajoy’s friend for a while early on because I could not understand a word of her whimsical writing. But something spurred me on . . . it must’ve been her essence of hummingbird . . . I was feeling her joy in my heart, even if my brain was often befuddled by her magic.

Probing the unfathomable has been the best thing I’ve done to further my creative writing. Not shying away from writing I can’t comprehend, I try not to make the limiting assumption that the nebulous must be brought into focus. These are not my natural inclinations, but I push to expand my horizons.

I urge you to seek essence of hummingjoy when you explore new writers!




© 2017 barleygirl



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What an adventure Living in California close to the coastal waters and humming birds Oh what a sight it would be for this weary Photographer of 60 Climbing high mountains and seeking birds are a very interesting to my ongoing search for meaning to life itself. My daughter of 30 Lives Near the Oregon Coastal waters Canon Beach.hour and a half from Portland.

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barleygirl

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Where I've lived thru-out my 61 years is a big part of who I am. I've lived in some very interesting.. read more



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dear Margie... climbing the tiers of poetry is an experience that has no end... and always new beginnings as we open our hearts to a world of possibilities. A flutter of color will always heal your anxieties in soft vibrations of Joy. truly, Pat

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barleygirl

17 Hours Ago

Love your words of reassurance & encouragement! *smile* (((HUGS))) Fondly Margie
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Patricia Wedel

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A pleasure to know you and grow as a poet. truly, Pat
What an adventure Living in California close to the coastal waters and humming birds Oh what a sight it would be for this weary Photographer of 60 Climbing high mountains and seeking birds are a very interesting to my ongoing search for meaning to life itself. My daughter of 30 Lives Near the Oregon Coastal waters Canon Beach.hour and a half from Portland.

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barleygirl

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Where I've lived thru-out my 61 years is a big part of who I am. I've lived in some very interesting.. read more
I climbed Big Sur every weekend for three Summers. Big Sur stole my heart. I loved this story. Made me wish to visit asap. I loved the Monterey coastline. Alisa Fineman, herbal ladies and poetry readings, I agree with the ending. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing story.
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barleygirl

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I've started remembering new memories, thanks to the nudge from some of your own memoir-type writing.. read more
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So sweet that you would do this for EmmaJ, but no surprise, you both have wonderfully kind souls and are as talented but in much different direction. This cafe is a far better place with the pair of you here spilling coffee and making many, better writers for knowing you.

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barleygirl

1 Week Ago

WOW! Thank you for the million dollars, friend! *gawrsh!* Your comments are making me blush! I'm rea.. read more
This is good Margie. i like how you've moved from a hike in a beautiful place through a random encounter to your thoughts about the nature of writing. You are right in saying that our writing reflect how we think. As I've said before I am very aware that my thinking has been loosened up by my 'condition' and I'm aware that not everyone can make sense of it. I must explore Emma joys writing more.
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Alan

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barleygirl

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It's hard to fathom how different we both were, in the beginning, two years ago when I stared on thi.. read more
"Reading the capricious writers here at the Café, I’ve been learning to be less literal and linear. But I’ll never be as fanciful as one of my favorite friends Emmajoy. I can’t stop wondering about the curious trinkets that must reside inside her pretty little noggin’ . . . how does she spill fickle fancies as she does? She states a common idea in such uncommon terms, I have to stop for an extra minute to ponder the possibilities."

Ah, Emmajoy! Wonderful friendship here with barley. Well done. And barley, this is a good write.

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barleygirl

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Thank you for understanding my tribute to Emmajoy . . . I'm thankful for the way I've changed from r.. read more
For awhile, I would cook at a camp during the summers in Arizona. The hummingbirds were a plus. I could stand, rain falling around me, while they would fly to the feeders we set around the cabin. I would stay still, and take photos while they hovered. Now, I have to remember how to share them. This reminded me of those moments.

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Jon Roggie

1 Week Ago

I managed to post a couple on my photos.
barleygirl

1 Week Ago

Thank you for the heads up about your photos . . . I just checked them out & they are amazing! I can.. read more
A wonderful story unfolding in wisdom and a marvelous writer on this site with openness and uplifting tendencies. I marvel at the talent on this site. Emma should be honored indeed.

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barleygirl

1 Week Ago

Thanks for joining in with my celebration of Emmajoy & all the other whimsical writers here! I'm a c.. read more
Sami Khalil

1 Week Ago

You are fondly welcome.
It was a real treat to read your 'Hummingjoy' Margie. Honest, open and with just the right amount of self disclosure to keep it real and captivate the reader. Oh' and by the way, they are amazing to watch and certainly some of the most beautiful creatures on the planet. Bet emmajoy aint stopped blushing eh.........N

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barleygirl

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Emmajoy is so modest, she was shocked when this story turned its focus on her! *blush* I can't tell .. read more
The beauty of writing lies in the nuances that can be read into it.. even humming birds feed by hovering.
Loved this story, Margie. We can still learn a lot from old folklore. Technology doesn't always equate with wisdom. (((Hugs)))


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barleygirl

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Our first frosty morning of the season here . . . I can see my breath inside this cabin, even with a.. read more

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