Sitting outside after a peaceful meditation and just observing. The season has changed and it is the second day of spring. The trees are sprouting new life, new flowers, new leaves, new seeds and new beginnings.
I am watching the bees fly in and out of my garden, on mission’s unknown, spreading life to bigger parts of the world that I cannot see. Little carriers of life.
A white feather floats past me, and a white butterfly lands on the lilies. Little moments of movement in life, rays of sunshine and new life unfolding, and as I write this, I am not entirely sure what the objective is, or the message behind it, or is it simply a moment to observe how things can change in an instant.
The feather sending reminders of Angels close by, the butterfly bringing a blessing from the Universe and the bees carrying life and growth in ways I couldn’t possibly imagine. Carrying with them the beginning of an entire new season.
A silent network of busyness, in this tiny little creature, going about its day without worry and over thinking, just doing what it instinctively knows to do. In that instinctive knowing and doing with thousands others just like him, and yet somehow unique, life just seems to happen. The flowers bloom, the seasons change and new life emerges in the world around me.
I can’t help but wonder…
If it is quite simply, that easy. If this is how the Universe, the Law of Attraction, faith, inner wisdom, all of it works.
Is it as simple as a collective of instinctive thoughts and desires, without over thinking and questioning how it works, that may simply be how the way is paved for miracles?
Perhaps a lifetime of thoughts are out there in the Universe already, of all that we want and desire, and without over thinking, they are the little bees instinctively working together with forces greater than ourselves, and this is how the dream happens.
Perhaps, this is simply me, over thinking the simplicity of how life seems to go on, how the seasons change, how new beginnings are carried in the little unseen things that go on in the world around us. The things we don’t notice, the things that just seem to happen.
What we do not understand sometimes bring the biggest changes in life, and perhaps, the only thing to take away from this moment, is to release the constant need to understand it all, thinking that this is the only way for things to work out in our favour. Perhaps it is in not understanding, that we get to hold space for miracles to happen, as simply as the bees in the trees.
Perhaps in not knowing, not understanding, we reconnect with instinct and starting believing in the magic of the world again.