Bees and Mist

Nature is a wonderful place to be, an empty house when the bees are swarming in your head is not. When the bees start swarming and are on the move, buzzing round and round your head and threatening to overturn your very best efforts to achieve some sort of order in your life nature is the place to be.

It doesn't matter where you are:

A pleasant place of peace and tranquility amidst the bustle of "civilised" (not) society where the traffic noise is muffled somehow and, provided the idiot on his/her bicycle avoids the temptation to do wheel stands at high speed near you and the dog owner actually scoops the poop that you would otherwise stand in, you can actually hear the Robin and the Blackbird going about their daily business of survival.

OR

A place where there is no traffic noise, no idiots doing wheelstands on bikes and the dogs avoid the paths. A place where it is easy to believe that God had a real hand in the creation of Earth, a place where "civilised" man hasn't totally buggered things up - yet.

A place that is irrevocably and irreversibly tied to your heart, to your soul, to the very core of your being.

In Nature, if you allow it and, if you allow yourself to feel the peace and the atmosphere, the angst of those bees dissipates like the Mist in the early morning sun. The bees settle and can be safely handled and put back into their hive without too many stings.

Bees, though are industrious and they'll be back. Fortunately, Nature is always there to help. You just have to be prepared to get out of the house when the buzzing becomes unbearable and look for the help.

Perhaps I need to take more notice of my own wisdom.