A bee at work

Sitting quietly, surrounded by bees focused on tiny flowers, the artificial, the disconnected, the un-grounded fades away.

The sun’s warmth encompasses me.

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

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