right now, as we exist in this very moment, there are the tiniest of scouts, i mean the smallest of lone hummingbird scouts, the littlest of hardcore travelers, who are flying non stop, within the very depths of the vast skies, and chosen how and by what or whom we'll never know.. 
but what WE DO KNOW is that they are flying alone, up in the sky and all throughout the night, and coming back to the USA, from central and south america, for the spring and summer seasons. 
and what I DO KNOW, is that this phenomenal migration is one of the bravest wildest strongest feats of will and holiness that my mind can even fathom. and its a life force that literally serenades my heart my faith and my moxie.
i mean just consider it! 
omg how sweet will the first bit of nectar taste? and what a sight it must be, after such a long journey, to see the first welcoming blooms, and to know with such triumph and sweet relief that you have finally made it! made it back to the place you've loved your entire life.
so this painting is my celebration. its my awe, my gratitude, my childlike wonder for these sparkling holy beings, who show up every year and remind me that this world we live in is full of magic and miracle and badassery. AND HOPE. 
thanks for looking. 🙏😊💗
30 x 20
acrylic on fancy strong canvas 
blonde wood gallery frame included