Does this picture make anyone else want to gently reach out with a finger and give him a little pet? I wanted to but a childhood memory of being stung on the end of my index finger helped me to resist the temptation.
I was fascinated watching him, he was so in the moment and I found myself admiring him for it. It struck me then that I was also in the moment, not worrying about anything, not needing to be anywhere else, fully present to the experience – I learned how to just be from a bee!
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