This was beautiful. Definitely the realistic, yet motivational encouragement I needed today. It’s funny you say you’ve lost your words, while I believe you and know exactly what that’s like, you seem to have found them in this post. So many poetic things you said, such as the analogy of your words being scattered like leaves in the wind.
Anyway, I wanted to let you know I connected with this post, the message, your writing, even the bee story. And I didn’t want to let the opportunity to tell you pass me by, as happens sometimes, like when the man left before you could say anything. I do know what it’s like to have this happen, and I’m trying to do what I can in my life now to avoid those moments of not expressing appreciation, or anything, when I can.
June of last summer I was also seeing dying bees and trying to revive them, giving them sugar water. I have some journal entries and poetry about those experiences. The two I nursed disappeared and I have to hope they lived. Like the bee in your story, I hope it disappeared because it lived.
I hope that what you’re going through dissipates, or riddles you with excess strength, or both. Thanks for sharing!
I worked with a priest who had spent five years in the infamous Changi Gaol in Singapore a prisoner of war under the Japanese. He was the gentlest of men. When I was feeling frustrated and unable to see how to make things change for the better, he would say to me, "You shall do your little of good in your small corner, and I shall do my little bit of good in mine, all shall be well. All manner of things shall be well." It was a given that he meant "in love".
Thanks for the encouragement Luke! In the chaos that 2025 is, it’s easy to be discouraged, and miss the small things, the important things, that remind us we are human, surrounded other humans, that thrive when we work with one another, a beautiful mosaic.
Keep the main thing the main thing. No rabbit trails in the midst of the storms of life.
Beautifully written Luke. Perhaps it was not in the moment for what you needed to do, but what you can do from that moment onwards?
This was beautiful. Definitely the realistic, yet motivational encouragement I needed today. It’s funny you say you’ve lost your words, while I believe you and know exactly what that’s like, you seem to have found them in this post. So many poetic things you said, such as the analogy of your words being scattered like leaves in the wind.
Anyway, I wanted to let you know I connected with this post, the message, your writing, even the bee story. And I didn’t want to let the opportunity to tell you pass me by, as happens sometimes, like when the man left before you could say anything. I do know what it’s like to have this happen, and I’m trying to do what I can in my life now to avoid those moments of not expressing appreciation, or anything, when I can.
June of last summer I was also seeing dying bees and trying to revive them, giving them sugar water. I have some journal entries and poetry about those experiences. The two I nursed disappeared and I have to hope they lived. Like the bee in your story, I hope it disappeared because it lived.
I hope that what you’re going through dissipates, or riddles you with excess strength, or both. Thanks for sharing!
And if you're willing, I'd love to read one of your poems about nursing the bees!
Thanks so much Sofia, this is so encouraging and means a lot! And thanks for sharing about the bees!!
I worked with a priest who had spent five years in the infamous Changi Gaol in Singapore a prisoner of war under the Japanese. He was the gentlest of men. When I was feeling frustrated and unable to see how to make things change for the better, he would say to me, "You shall do your little of good in your small corner, and I shall do my little bit of good in mine, all shall be well. All manner of things shall be well." It was a given that he meant "in love".
This is so lovely on so many levels!
Thanks for the encouragement Luke! In the chaos that 2025 is, it’s easy to be discouraged, and miss the small things, the important things, that remind us we are human, surrounded other humans, that thrive when we work with one another, a beautiful mosaic.
Keep the main thing the main thing. No rabbit trails in the midst of the storms of life.