This Weekend~March 15~Look for the Open Window

look for the open windowMarybeth Fidler

open window

Sitting this week with a poem

and a question

choose patience

and looking for the open windows of possibilities and grace.
To borrow the metaphor, I am buzzing into a new hive today…a little apprehensively and timidly, but the window is open and I did not have to push it so.

open windows of possibilities and grace…You will find them too…Because of Grace

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Mid-week Question~March 13~unresolved patience

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:

choosepatience

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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Other questions to consider

Bee tag first seen at this link

Monday Words for the Soul~March 11~the bumble bee

a bumblebee 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

in its panic never moving from its task long enough
to see the open window just inches away

how like the bumble bee I am in my work or my life

i see where i want to go

and in my panic

i forget to look for the open window

so i push and push and push
thinking i should be rewarded for all this hard work
when, in fact, i am so frantic
like the bee against the glass.

by Marybeth Fidler

RozArt bumblebee

artwork from RozArt

Bumblebee poem first seen in the book Life is a Verb by Patti Digh

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