The Bee

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There was a bee in my mail Jeep the other day.

That happens a lot.

I’m a bee magnet.

I’m a sitting duck.

But….on the other hand, it’s a beautiful sign of the warmth that Spring brings when the bees are back.

It is….a good thing.

The bee flew around the back of the Jeep….desperate to get out….and, finally, after lowering all the windows and pushing it towards freedom with some of the mail I was preparing to deliver, I got it out of the Jeep and back in the breeze.

Before it flew out, I thought, “this bee is going to sting me because it can’t figure out how to get free….”

How to get free.

Of course, because I have too much time on my hands while I’M DOING MY JOB….I thought that we all tend to want to bite or sting when we panic over how we’re going to escape.

The most agitated and disappointed people are sometimes the angriest over what they perceive as an inability to get “free”.

We’re all living lives of “quiet desperation”, though….right?

We need to get free of the things that agitate us.

We need to get free so that we don’t bite or sting the innocent people around us.

We need to know that we aren’t “trapped”.

It was just a bee.

A bee who wanted desperately to be free.

I need to figure out how to encourage the people around me to realize that they aren’t trapped.

I need to live a life that exhibits the best example of “being free”.

I need to keep my mind limber and expansive and…

I need to set the bees free.


Sounds good to me.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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