You know what I miss during the winter months? BEES. Just these cute, chubby little guys that buzz around and make the world a better place. (Also, I'm deeply obsessed with honey.)
In my own life, I want to live more like a bee - like a pollinator. I want to spend my time hovering around things are good and true and kind - and fly away with those things just stuck to my soul. I want to be a pollinator - to help things grow. Good things. True things. I want to be a reminder that there are still good and lovely and fragrant things that exist in our world. (I also would not say no to the ability to make my own honey.)
"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."
6 x 8 inches (15 x 20 cm)
Polychromos colored pencils and gesso
Polychromos colored pencils and gesso
on Strathmore 400 Series Toned Gray Paper
