We are all bees by Sarah Blondin.
I was wrestling with an incessant fear the other day and my dad said,
Be happy there is nowhere else to go.
We can only resist until the resistance goes and then we are back in the rest of being.
A bumblebee flew through my open window and feverishly began to push his small winged body against the pane of glass.
I watched him trapped behind a clear wall with the just out of reach world of light glinting on the other side.
The bee,
Fearing his end,
Repeatedly knocks his head against the glass only to burn a hole in his wing.
One small pause and he would feel the wind coming through the crack he flew in from back of him.
One small pause and he would hear the robin singing on the birch tree just outside the wide open window.
He can't hear it for the engine of his wings is making too much noise.
If you try to help him before he has gotten tired,
He will refuse your gesture of generosity and continue to force against the wall.
He is unable to see it as the hand of grace ushering it to freedom.
We are all bees in some way or another trapped behind a wall of glass anxiously trying to reach the light innocently burning holes in our wings.
Not noticing the cool wind blowing through the window just to the left of us.
The easy coil guiding us into the field.
If only we could stop long enough to see there's nowhere else to go.
