Remote
Remote. It used to conjure images of islands, hammocks, pretty drinks, and quiet isolation. We’re approaching 3 months into this pandemic of the strange and remote way of living and while we have a hammock, lots of quiet isolation and our home feels like an island among 1.6 billion others, no one has delivered a pretty drink concoction as of yet, but we have time. Lots of time. Not only has enough time passed for mental shifts to emerge, but they have also landed as a bee finding a new home and setting to the task of building a hive.
Hive you say? Yes, bees found their way to our home and set up shop recently. Why not? Maybe it’s the Buddist prayers we say or maybe it’s simply that since 1971, the space between the brick and planking created the perfect gap. A gap that 100,000 little honey bees found their way into. A gap that spoke to them. Their heat signature photo taken by the beehive relocator expert looks like something from a modernist painting. [Note to self: Start a painting that looks like the heat signature from 100,000 bees in your wall.]
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With a huge investment of time and money the bee issue is now a mere memory and while the bank account may be dented, “Operation Bee Liberation” is complete and we may safely resume our weird existence.
Tonight’s prayers will include wishes that the 100,000 bee beings thrive, our extra home expenses slow down and we create enough gaps that the good vibes we have to offer leak out and benefit the world.
Jill works at, enjoys, and owns Jill Marie & Associates Unlimited, with her daughter Miranda.
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