Still thinking today about Monday’s posted poem by Marybeth Fidler and the bumble bee and how it panics when the glass prevents it from flying away.
A bumble bee flies into my apartment.
It didn’t mean to be there – it panics
and seeing the outside through a glass window
it proceeds to push and push against the glass
trying to get where it wants to go.
When I am “busy-as-a-bee” and resolutions result quickly, I am satisfied. (Self-critical also, but satisfied at the progress I’ve made toward my inevitable critique.)
But is my busyness a yoke of a different sort? Is it also a “thinking I should be rewarded for all this hard work“?
Might I be patient instead? Might I choose patience over what is unresolved?
A question to consider:
Barb, the empty nest mom asks, “Can you be patient toward all that is unresolved in you and try to find a more peaceful path?”
At least and until, a window opens…Because of Grace…
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