I was sitting in my garden when a hummingbird flew up to me- a shimmering green apparition, pulsating with life. He hovered in place for a few seconds, seemed to consider me, and was gone just as quickly as he came. I realized he must have been attracted to the red fabric of my shirt. I felt honored to be mistaken as a flower, however briefly, by such a beautiful creature.
My guitar teacher Jim was into handwriting analysis. Once I had him look at my handwriting, and the first thing he asked me was "Do you like butterflies and hummingbirds?" I was surprised by the question because it seemed so random, but also accurate. I've always been fascinated by butterflies and hummingbirds. Jim told me to be careful of people who go from person to person, like a hummingbird, never staying too long at any one flower. I told him I would be careful; But still, I'd be honored if somebody beautiful mistook me for a flower.