In a flare up of symptoms

and was changing the hummingbird feeder, and as I was putting it back, Mama Hummingbird came and drank from it while it was in my hands

(first time this has ever happened) I talked softly to her and kept my eyes to the side but could still see her well, and the thing that softened my soul so much (brings tears rn) was the feeling of her wings fanning air onto my hand, like a soft mother, and I/she said to me, “Warrior, you are a warrior.”
And it turned my heart. I felt the other side of sorrow. Because of love. From her and she is loved by the Great Mother and I am too and my days are written and protected by the great one but it’s still hard

life is still hard
Then it was over and my heart was stretched and bandaged, a white ribbon wrapped around it, and then I went in and rinsed my sprouts growing under the kitchen counter, day 2. So it’s chop wood carry water, tiny miracle, chop wood carry water.
