So I’ve been meaning to tell you about a weird experience I went through while I was in Madison. My reason for being in Madison was to give my support and be my best friend’s Maid of Honor (what I kiddingly call “The Best Woman.” Who wants to be called a Maid?) in her wedding. It was a beautiful wedding and a huge milestone in both her life and mine. Its crazy to see your bff who’s like a sister walk down the aisle and then say “I do.” CRAZY in a really good way, I should say.
So anywho… the day after the wedding I was laying in the grass in a park after eating frozen custard with my boyfriend. My head was lying on his belly and I stared up into the bright blue sky and watched the puffy clouds roll by. I turned my gaze towards a family. The mother was playfully chasing the daughter and the son and dad were relaxing in chairs witth their feet up. I smiled because I couldn’t help but feel happy for how much you could tell they loved each other. Transfixed on this family, without looking I put my hand down on my belly and pressed my fingers together. My heart jumped when I felt something between my finger tips. I quickly realized it was some type of bug and dropped it onto my t-shirt. When I looked down I was shocked to see that it had been a honey bee. Of course, when I first saw it I was a little fearful that I might be stung. But decided not to jump up knowing that bees are my lucky charm. The bee slowly moved around on my t-shirt. I thought maybe I had hurt him. But my fingers were pressed together so lightly I dont think it would have damaged him. It seemed as though he had already been dying. He didn’t attempt to fly away. He lay on my belly and looked to be breathing hard as his body pulsed. I picked a clover and put him on it. I wasn’t daring enough to put him in my hand but I carried him all the way to the car and he drove with us to Border’s book shop. When we pulled into the parking lot I could tell my little friend had passed into another life. Or bee heaven, maybe? His little body stiffened and curled into a ball. I put him under a leaf by the bush outside the car and wished him farewell. As I walked towards Border’s, I couldn’t help but wonder why my little bee had come to me to die. What did it mean? Was it a sign?
All I know is that is was amazing that that bee knew to come to me. My feeling was that it was a sign for new beginnings. Thank you little bee!
