Hug the Swarm of Bees

Not real ones, of course.

Why does it seem as though, when we fail, that many, many, many more things in life break? Things seemingly unrelated to the area of failure, dismay, or broken dreams and expectations.

Part of the reason is our downcast point of view. Our low attitude focuses on the broken things for a season. Senses are heightened for pain. Our emotion spills over onto others and projects and daily events, and that negative emotion poisons the well, so to speak. Almost as though our lives are whole paintings, not simply set apart units.

What if instead we pause after swatting the bee, take a deep breath, then embrace the swarm?

I'm not saying that we can or should ignore the hurt from failures and missed dreams and expectations, no, I'm saying that in spite of those, without clarity or a new game plan, attempt to embrace the bees, the storm, the next dose of brokenness before the upswing.

Hugging the bees provides a new perspective. Painful, but fresh.