garden orgasms
It’s not every day I get to support someone else’s ecstasy.
I’m wandering around in the last light of the day with a hose (still my preferred way to water, no matter how time consuming), and absent-mindedly point the nozzle into the sun to water the calendula. It was so beautiful, I lingered, watching.
An anna’s hummingbird is suddenly hovering two feet from my face. This is not unusual, there’s probably a dozen hummingbird’s around on any given day, but today, this tiny being must’ve been watching, waiting for me to get still enough to engage. Slowly, deliberately, she dips her tail and wings into the spray of water. I hold steady, holding my breath. I can’t begin to describe how beautiful she is, with the light behind her, neck arched, delighting in her wild bath. After a long slow minute, she disappears, and breaks the spell. I go back to watering, slow and slightly dumbfounded, until she visits again, and again; three times coming back for more. I have no idea if hummingbirds have orgasms, but if I were to guess, I would say this bath is on par with that kind of intensity for her.
After the third round, she circles my head in that classic stop/start way of a hummingbird’s flight, until she’s as close to my ear as either of us could imagine, vibrating with a gratitude that I can feel in my whole body. It’s like being kissed on the back of the neck - spine tingling. Then she’s gone.
I barely touched the ground as I walked back inside, vibrating at a hummingbird’s frequency. In hindsight, I only wish I’d thought to offer some kind of gratitude back – because really, it was a gift for me to be invited to support someone so fully inside their beauty and freedom.