As I watched a miniscule bee traverse one kitchen tile back and forth, back and forth, he/she was clearly befuddled. A tiny voice tinkled out saying “In a place called lost, strange things are found”…. there was no giving up….but the bee was wearying.
You need to meditate, said I silently…slow down…let your brain go.
The bee stopped.
And I dropped a flower blossom on the tile. There was excitement.
Yes, I helped, but we all need a little sometimes.