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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.

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