Burden of the Bees

The bee is busy. He is busy

as a bee should be when the flowers are blooming.

His days are full. The bee rises with the sun and

each moment is filled to the brim like the burden he carries

back to the hive.

I am busy. I am busy

as someone says I should be when the sun rises over a

world full of busy people filled to the brim with their burdens –

we carry them everywhere.

I cannot go to work today. I am busy

sitting in the kitchen with cold toes and hot coffee filling my cup to the brim.

My burden is sitting in the corner, but I will not carry it today

for I am too busy living.

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I have been thinking about what it means to be busy lately. I spin my wheels all day and crash into bed exhausted. But when I look back at the hours and hours I spent "doing nothing", I wonder how I could feel so busy. So I'm starting to be intentionally un-busy. What if we all took time to do nothing? On purpose. And what if we enjoyed it?