Busy Bee

I spent some time with the bees and borage today. ๐Ÿ As I watched them buzz from blossom to blossom, the term “busy bee” came to mindโ€ฆ and I pondered.
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One might be tempted to watch them move and gather with such speed and deduce that they’re frantic to achieve as much and as quickly as possible. But sitting with them long enough, I start to sense a feeling of giddiness and joy, like they’re dancing from plant to plant with excitement, so pleased with their bounty that they can’t help but dart from here to there with innate enthusiasm.
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I imagine the bees don’t compare themselves to each other, and they certainly don’t compare themselves to the hummingbird, or the roly poly, or the human watching. They simply do their thing, reveling in the abundance available at this moment.
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I’m going to take a lesson from the bees.