Wildflowers come in many shapes and sizes and for now in my grief life they all carry weeds with them. Last week I captured this picture of a hummingbird coming to feed, the sun setting behind him shining through his wings. While I was able to recognize the beauty of what I was watching, it also felt like torture to my shattered heart. How could there continue to be such loveliness in the world when my heart is in shreds. The wonder of nature and the sadness from the death of my son entwined....I cried.
Wings of a Wildflower