Like a Bumbling Bee

Like a bumbling bee my mind tries to escape me. From the wall to the horizon to the carpet to the couch then running past me in a flurry of fluff my mind does wonder. Here to there in seeming disorder and confusion. What comes out only I know because sometimes my foot speaks for me receiving a blank countenance in reply. Does it matter what I say? If speech were any indication of one's current condition then in fact I should speak in riddles and my words should blow around like leaves, one minute caught up in a whirlwind of confusion and the next lying still on the ground nestled between earth and sky ready to inspire the wondering lover. Then perhaps at that moment the beauty or chaos of the speakers moment should inspire those words of the listener. That is precisely the conjecture.

At the end of the day left to stare blankly at the fire as if the only escape from the bombardment of bad news is the comfort of knowing that somethings do stay still. The fire does flicker and sway, but as each flame explodes upward it seems to die back to the same place of origin. Back to the fuel which holds it in place. Yes the fuel can become anything at any particular time with the readiness of oxygen, but that is not the point! The point is that this fire at this moment is stationary and that is what he is staring at! It doesn't matter that the carpet could catch fire at any moment until it does! Then that is something to worry about, but not right now because the carpet is not on fire! This fire is contained and is offering me a bit of comfort.

How does one contain that fire that so often draws us near? The fire is a necessary evil. It has many uses. The fire can keep us warm and alive. However the very same fire can burn us or be used to ignite a fuse to an explosive charge. So how do you learn to control the fire? The fire of course being metaphorical. I don't know. I've been asked this question before, more than once. But the real question is not how, but do you (actually) control the fire at all. And I say no. No we do not control the fire. The fire controls us. The only thing we can do is learn to live with the fire. And if learning to live with the fire is all we can do then not all the fire produces is bad. As I said earlier, the fire also keeps us warm which can keep us alive. If we are not burned then how do we know what a burn feels like and how can we tell when another one is coming; you can't. And maybe that little burn before is actually a blessing in disguise because it saves you from the life ending one later. You see the warning signs, you see the fuel and you feel the fire growing stronger and like a fire it draws you near telling you that it is simply keeping you warmer, but you now know what is really happening. This is all we can do. We have to see the warning signs and come to a reasonable conclusion that the situation is dangerous and therefore abort it or contain it and leave it.

Enough of the fire/burn mumbo-jumbo. Take the things that make us happy! Wrap them up as tight as you can and hold on to them! Visit them as often as you can and if the situation allows bring those things out for ALL to see and LET THEM FLOURISH! Let them take root in your life, let them sprout their potential, and let them blossom in to beautiful blessing for all! I have been to such a place! I walked among a field of blessings! I smelled their sweet fragrances! And there in the middle of them were my family and friends! They danced beside me in the lilies and held my hand as I became transfixed on the beauty before me. And I do take this blessing with me! I took it and I put it in my heart! I wrapped it in love and care as tight as I could and I planted it. I planted it in my heart! I try to water it and give it light as often as I can. I want it to blossom into a blessing for others. I pray to the spirit, let these blessings flourish in my heart and mind and help me share your blessings with the world so that we may enjoy them and grow from them forever and ever.