Dream a little dream of bees
Imagine all the bees, living in harmony
Thistle bee the one I love
When I was younger, my days were not thoughtful or measured. My thinking resembled King’s Highway 401 with 26 lanes and millions of vehicles zooming everywhere.
Today I walk slowly, a meditative practice to help discipline my thoughts, cutting down those lanes to perhaps something that resembles a country road. I focus on bits and pieces of the paths I walk. When I decide to slow, stop and observe my surroundings, the world shifts and changes, as does my thinking. I find the focus, the breath, curiosity and peace.
Afterwards, my pondering comes together, weighted, more substantial. What was brewing in my mind now shimmers as it waits for the final ingredient that allows it to pierce the veil of foggy dreams to be birthed into this reality—potential, kinetic to mechanical(reality).
Just another way to say walking in nature helps me to clear my mind, ground, and focus myself to solve problems.
But that bee bum and the thistle are beauties, eh.