Nurturing

I watched this bee go about his business the other day, hovering in front of each rose before landing and collecting pollen. I ran back inside to get my camera and came back out expecting him to be gone. But there he was, making sure he had investigated every last bloom.

The very next day I learnt that bees are an ancient symbol of nurturing. I don’t really know if this is true, I suppose I should Google it. But it really struck me.

Nurturing is something I have not excelled at this week; I have felt tender, sore and so tired, physically and emotionally. I have probably over reacted at many situations and not conducted myself with much grace. It may just be the significanceof this week, that I’m feeling everything so much more. I have been harsh to my family and myself.

Maybe, just maybe there is a lesson here I need to learn.