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Deborah Gregory's avatar

I love this, Sarah ... it’s BEE‑autiful! There’s such tenderness in the way you cradle that one small life. And in pure, buzzing synchronicity, the bumblebees have arrived here too! For they’ve just begun building a nest right outside my kitchen door ... as if your poem had been quietly preparing the ground (well wall!) for their arrival.

We checked with a local beekeeper and come late summer they’ll drift on naturally ... leaving the hollow behind for us to fill. So now, the garden is a‑buzzing with gentle, bumbling, velvet‑striped wanderers. Unlike honey bees, they’re very s-l-o-w, docile, non‑stinging souls unless their queen or nest is threatened.

What a Beltane blessing today! This shared hum between your poem and the world outside my door ... a reminder that sometimes the smallest wings carry the sweetest synchronicities. 💖🙏🐝

Sarah Thompson's avatar

Thank you, my friend! Oh, how lovely to have the gentle buzzing of bumblebees as your accompaniment going into summer! I have some wildflowers in front of my house that the bees and butterflies are enjoying (and I am enjoying watching them).

Notes from the Dragon's Nest's avatar

Such a beautiful story poem, Sarah! Such a tender encounter with a bee, a teacher, and a reminder of shared nature.

Sarah Thompson's avatar

Thank you, my friend!

Alex Dawson's avatar

Love this!! Bees 4ever!

Alegria de Rose's avatar

Love this Sarah. Such rich emotional details.

Sarah Thompson's avatar

Thank you, Alegria! 🙏🏻

Alegria de Rose's avatar

My pleasure Sarah!

Christopher Knill's avatar

Beautiful mindfull presence in the moment...where it's all happening...

Sarah Thompson's avatar

Thank you, Chris 🙏🏻

Fanny P K's avatar

Oh, but of course you can save the world!

Not alone, but every little bit, and every little one, helps.

Reminds me of another poem about

one butterfly at a time ...

Think that one was less disillusioned, if I remember it right now...

Sarah Thompson's avatar

I actually consider this a hopeful poem.