A bee makes love to flowers bloom or wilt matter not to the sun of God sees us bare and open wide as whores and new shores show us, show us— am I ever going to sea with eyes of a flower taking a bee.
This poem can be read in so many different ways. It’s one of my favorites. At it’s core, it’s about receiving.
It’s not about the bee, but rather, the flower receiving the bee.
I admit, receiving is something I monumentally struggle with. It’s hard for me. I know at the very root of this sits struggle with self worth. It’s a journey.
But lately, I have been praying a lot. For help to receive. To be willing and able to open.
Receiving is not passive. It’s an active choice. And it’s often made through the subtle senses. We open when we receive the wind brushing against our skin. When we feel the sun piercing into us. When we are fully present with our food and taste and savor each bite. There is always a choice point when it comes to receiving.
How are you with receiving? Is this something you struggle with? What helps?
I’ve love to hear from you.
In the meantime, I will keep praying. I will learning. And I will trust that eventually receiving will be just as easy for me as giving is.
Blessings to us all. May we open and gladly receive.
Hunni B
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