Every time I reduce my possessions, I am lifted. Take it, please, so I can think about something else. Today I purged chairs and baskets and books and tables, then sat outside at dusk and watched the hummingbird drink from a succulent’s flower. So light, she could pause mid-air, take me in, deem me harmless, resume. Imagine her trying to carry a bag– all her valuables in a little satchel hanging from her navel. This bird needs nothing but her body, her spirit, her sight, the tiny nest she made with sprigs of moss, torn leaves, strands of my hair.
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" So light, she could pause mid-air" Beautiful.