When my father passed, I was told that his spirit transferred into a hummingbird.
Hummingbird’s have surrounded me since. Maybe I didn’t notice their prominence in my surroundings before. But now I do.
I don’t believe in reincarnation. But this time, this scenario, I choose to believe in.
Now, whenever I’m deep in thought or when I’m worried about the future or when I’m sad about the present, there it is.
A hummingbird appears. Every time.
I drift in thought, catch a glimpse of the outside world, and there one is. Looking at me. Telling me it will all be okay.
In this instance, I choose to believe.