Last night I dreamt of hummingbirds . . .
There were a few of them...flying in and out of my window. Flitting about sweetly while I stitched. The stitching was for a contest, whoever made 500 stitches first would win all kinds of prizes. The dream ended with anxiety as I tried over and over to count tiny threads in my piece, sure that there were enough there, but unable to prove it.
Despite the stress at the end, I woke up with the feeling of delight that the little birds brought, and pulled out pieces of cloth before work.
Thoughts of how this might go darted through my mind throughout the day.
Meanwhile, Frida Kahlo was the focus for some of the art classes today. While reading picture books about her aloud to the children, we learned about the eleven animals she loved and had living with her in her blue house, and talked about how her eyebrows were like a bird.
This is the second time hummingbirds have flown into my dreams. Last time, six months ago, I spotted mice in the basement, but when I looked closer they transformed into the birds. When I woke up, there was a comment from Grace about the abstract painting I'd posted the day before. She said that she saw a hummingbird in it.
Hummingbirds have never been a "thing" for me, they are not something I think about, other than enjoying the sight of them now and then. But I do wonder what this is all about?
And I wonder how many stitches will be in this one?