A hummingbird beats its wings eighty times per second.
Can you imagine? That tiny body, wings moving faster than the eye can see. And yet, when it finds a flower, it hovers perfectly still, as if by magic. It gently extends its slender beak into the heart of the bloom, savoring the sweetness within.
Just a few quiet seconds. Then, like a brushstroke across a pastel sky, it dances away to the next flower.
The hummingbird knows something.
It knows that both movement and stillness are necessary. That while we must keep flying to stay alive, the reason for it all lies in these small, sweet moments.
The courage to pause before a flower—it might look like savoring your morning coffee slowly.
It might be noticing the soft light falling through your window.
A warm message from a friend. A tiny flower blooming quietly by the roadside. A familiar song drifting through the air.
A moment of sweetness. Brief, but enough to sustain us.
What flowers are blooming in front of you today?
Maybe, just for a moment, you could rest your wings there.
