hummingbird

Last Updated on February 11, 2026

Today I saw this hummingbird’s nest in my friend’s angel trumpet tree. I took a picture, zoomed in, and saw the mama sitting there—keeping her eggs warm. Waiting.

It moved me. It swelled my heart.

I realized I’ve been sitting on my own nest this winter too. Not growing babies—but nurturing hope.

This season has looked like more time alone. Being a little withdrawn. Creating a calm, peaceful nest for myself to restore and rebalance.

There is so much that is heartbreaking in the world. And there is also so much that is healing and beautiful. I need space to integrate it all.

I don’t yet know what I’m growing. But I trust the process. I trust that whatever comes will be informed by all I’ve lived and learned—and that if it comes from me, it will be intentional and healing.

Those are the eggs I’ve been sitting on this winter. And I can feel that something is happening.