There were seasons when life felt unbearably heavy. Seasons marked by grief, exhaustion, fear, or uncertainty. Moments when I braced myself for impact rather than hope. And somehow, in those exact moments, a hummingbird would appear. Hovering near my shoulder. Resting on a branch just long enough to be noticed. A flash of iridescent green catching the light, as if to say, I see you. Keep going.

A reminder that the world speaks softly, and only some hearts are tuned to hear it.

It felt like one of those full-circle moments that doesn’t ask for celebration, only noticing. Her art. My words. Meeting in an in-between place, between where we’ve been and where we’re going.

Stillness has a way of revealing what constant motion keeps hidden. In its quiet, I found the truth that I am still here—worthy, whole, and gently becoming.