Hannele and the Hummingbird

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Today I am trying something different. I have done a video for this week’s post!

In it, I explain the title of these week’s post (and horribly mispronounce Hannele’s name, I’m sure.)  I also admit to being a little jeals of Liz Gilbert’s mad success as a writer.

I even read one of my poems!

I feel like I should apologize, because:

a) I’ve never done a video entry before

b) it’s long (ten minutes!)

c) I can’t bear to watch it so who knows what happens!

Before I talk myself out of this (and so the rest of this post has at least a small chance of making sense)….

Here’s the video:

Did you watch it? Major good karma points if you watched the whole thing!

Click here for the video link Hannele so thoughtfully sent me.

Here is the link to last week’s post for Fearless Seekers. 

Here is the poem I read:

Self-Portrait as a Hummingbird

Jewels red as the boldest Rioja

surround my neck.

 

An exotic choker

given to me by my Spanish lover

after a night of sangria, Flamenco,

bilingual declarations of love.

 

My body is luminescent green.

Bright velvet

you yearn to touch,

to feel the smooth texture

yet before the impulse forms

I am gone.

 

There are so many flowers in this garden

I must taste them all.

The purple ones on bended stem,

red ones flaming on the bush,

pink apple blossoms

sweetest in the fall.

 

I must drink the heavy nectar of lavender,

indulge the yearning buds of rosemary.

The constant motion

of my wings is blinding.

 

You cannot see

how exhausted I am

by this

never-ending

busy-ness

Only by chance

will you catch

a glimpse of me

still.

 

Sitting on the wire

above your head

dreaming of Spain.

Like I mention in the video, I am OK with being a hummingbird. It feeds me, keeps me moving forward. I have for so long believed that I just didn’t know what it was I want out of life…but I do really.

I just never thought it was possible. #peoplelaughedatme

It’s true. #Iforgivethemtheydidn’tknowbetter

So often we laugh at people’s dreams because we think they are too fantastic, or we scoff and say “Good Luck”, or “Don’t quit your day job.”

I’ve always said it would be great to get paid to read and write. Or travel and write.

travel-newspaper-iced-coffeeGuess what? It is.

Now that I know it is possible all I have to do is do more  and get better, and then the better money will follow. #goals

Along the way I will encourage the dreamers, the strivers, the curious, the “I can’t settle”-ers.

I will cheer the hummingbirds.

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Flying high,

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PS: I watched the video. I apologize for the lip smacking and I kept thinking I had lipstick on my teeth.