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Ants climbed the tree and found the hummingbird feeder, so I moved it to a new location. We’ll see how fast the ants find it!

The operation was a success, but the patient died!

This looks to me like a different hummingbird!

Avia Venefica writes:

It is not commonly known that the fluttering wings of the hummingbird move in the pattern of an infinity symbol – further solidifying their symbolism of eternity, continuity, and infinity. By observing the Hummingbird, we see they are seemingly tireless. Always actively seeking the sweetest nectar, they remind us to forever seek out the good in life and the beauty in each day. Amazing migrators, some Hummingbirds are known to wing their way as far as 2000 miles to reach their destination. This quality reminds us to be persistent in the persuit of our dreams, and adopt the tenacity of the Hummingbird in our lives. The Hummingbird animal totem is a messenger of hope and jubilation.

Watching the hummingbirds brings me joy! I was looking up their symbolism last night and found this on Wikipedia:

Aztecs wore hummingbird talismans, the talismans being representations as well as actual hummingbird fetishes formed from parts of real hummingbirds: emblematic for their vigor, energy, and propensity to do work along with their sharp beaks that mimic instruments of weaponry, bloodletting, penetration, and intimacy. Hummingbird talismans were prized as drawing sexual potency, energy, vigor, and skill at arms and warfare to the wearer.

How the heck did that happen?

I believe that the human body if given food, exercise, and rest tends to maintain health and is self healing.
I believe that physical, mental, and spiritual factors can predispose, precipitate, and prolong injury and illness.

Physical Predisposition: I re-injured degenerated disks in my spine and did not exercise enough.
Loading — http://microchunk.tv/2007/07/10/loading-the-piano/
Traveling — http://microchunk.tv/2007/08/16/big-rig-rollin/
Wrestling — http://microchunk.tv/2007/11/04/wrestling-forever/

Mental Precipitation: My wife and I had basic differences about creating marriage, working together, and raising kids.

Spiritual Prolongation: I failed to nurture my own and my wife’s ability and power of choice.

It took me a while to sort all this out.

I hit the road this morning to the glorious sight of the Tehachapi Windmills, with the clouds touching down to the ridge tops. On this Full Tilt Road Boogie west, I’ve wondered if I was just Tilting at Windmills, but as I climbed the mountain from the desert, and came down the mountain into the Central Valley, I knew otherwise. I passed the Raisin Capital, the Garlic Capital, and the Asparagus Capital to arrive at the capital of California.

Driving down the road, my attention went to tight spots in my body, places where I was holding things, and my breathing. The beautiful sky, and mountains and deserts of Arizona and California seemed to help. I had planned to stop in Barstow for the night, but none of the four exits showed the motels I favor, and then I was off in the direction of Bakersfield. I figured there would be something along the way, and so I settled into Mojave.

Originally I planned to take a side trip to Santa Fe, to see the Plaza and Cross of the Martyrs again, but it just seemed like reliving the past rather than creating the future. I had planned to make it to Houck, AZ for the night, but there’s no lodging there, none till Holbrook anyway, so it seems this was the place I was meant to spend the night. After all, I’m on a Mission From God!

In El Reno, OK it was raining at 6am this morning, but sunny by 8. Thinking about the release of energies in the body, I watch tumbling windmill blades in graceful rhythm, and the words, “May the wind be with you.” I passed Erick, OK, the hometown of Roger Miller, and thought of his biggest hit. A man of means by no means. Then came the big spaces of New Mexico, and soon I’m going to have a large meat lover’s pizza and red wine!

It was hot and humid before 10am in Mountain Home, so it was good to start the Full Tilt Road Boogie west. Coming out here, I picked cities and towns to reach each day, but this time I’m just setting a distance and looking around when I get there. And I may take side trips, we’ll see. The farther west I went in Arkansas, the prettier the hills became, the more fragrant the air. And once in Oklahoma, the quality of the roads and speed limits went up. And at one point while stretching behind the wheel going 75, my 12th thoracic vertebra that’s been out of alignment for at least 3 years, maybe 5, went back into place. A pretty good day!