Bees
I was always, as a child and young adult, afraid of bees of any kind. Been stung many a time because of ignorance and by running or shewing them away. Then one day, and after many life losses, a boy from my past who chased his own demons, invited me onto his pasture.. over to a hollow log, he guided me. And because of the love I was in that day with this boy, or possibly the losses I'd had.. I went fearlessly into this bee colony of life. The bees enveloped my being and what do you know? I became a Bee Charmer that day.
UPDATE! Not 20 minutes after this soulful post.. and I swear on the life of Meg. I take the trash out to the curb (to be a good gal for my guy) barefoot and I stepped on a bee. What could this mean? Have I really charmed the bees? OH MY GOD. HOW WEIRD!
The bite
the surgery
the antiseptic
the dead bastard! OWEE! ;(sorry bee)
Some bee charmer!
(the best part of this was hearing megan read this post in her southern bell accent)
UPDATE! Not 20 minutes after this soulful post.. and I swear on the life of Meg. I take the trash out to the curb (to be a good gal for my guy) barefoot and I stepped on a bee. What could this mean? Have I really charmed the bees? OH MY GOD. HOW WEIRD!
The bite
the surgery
the antiseptic
the dead bastard! OWEE! ;(sorry bee)Some bee charmer!
(the best part of this was hearing megan read this post in her southern bell accent)
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