A
bee trapped inside my living room, continued to bash itself against the
slightly open glass door leading to the garden. The garden is so near - it
seemed to ponder – I can see the green grass, the last blooming roses before
the grave winter chills shook all the branches bare, why can’t reach it?!
I
remember how that felt, stuck in a rut, seeing the way out but not fully
grasping how, I was two people back then, the first had full faith I could
overcome my pain, my sadness and my depression,
the other had full faith that there was no way out of my fathomless despair. Now
looking at the struggling bee it seemed so far away. I reached for a clean and empty
tub of yoghurt from my re-cycling box and scooped the confused insect and helped
it fly out in the open air. A part
of me understood.
