When you finally decide to set aside the time to go through your overstuffed "keepsake" drawer, be ready to be reminded of what a rich life you've had thus far. And, that anytime you feel anonymous or un-loved, it's not because you are, it's because you've forgotten all the remarkable moments represented by the contents of that drawer.
I've had a hummingbird feeder up since before Kim Kardashian was a virgin, and nothing, no hummingbirds. Even hanging over a big hedge of honeysuckle, year after year, no tiny magic birds tried the feeder. But this evening, on the back deck, playing guitars with a couple friends, they appeared. Cobalt blue necks, perfect in every hovering way, hummingbirds. We played guitars and banjo, they hummed.