A bee at work in our herb garden

Sitting quietly, surrounded by bees of many different varieties, all focused on the flowering herbs, I forget the artificial, disconnected, un-grounded world that large swaths of academia and the other industrial institutions of our modern society have evolved into.

The sun and warmth encompass us.

Occasionally, the bees sit on my finger as they work on a blossom. The smell of the herbs, and sound of the bees, quietness undisturbed, joins the light and warmth to fill my attention, to become an illuminated world outside of a modern flow of time.

The bees and I commune, holding the quietness and light and warmth together, inside and outside of time.