Although the comb was drained of all its thick golden liquid, the aromatic vestiges remained with a scent so sweet and musky my tongue tingled with the memory of it's deliciousness nectar.
I felt the rush of appreciate and even excitement wash over me as this tiny piece of nature could bring me so much joy. I thought about all the bees that were once part of this colony and the busy work they did to make their hive. I thought about all the plants and flowers they pollenated, that because of their contribution so much in our world is thriving. I also thought that the bees aren't thinking about their contribution to this world - they're simply following their bliss - their joy - doing what they love to do. They set off each day, their senses taking them to the most delicious smelling discoveries, filling them with an intoxicating sense of well-being. I thought about how they work in harmony with one another and never waver from their intentions. I thought about their tiny bodies and how they defy the rules of aerodynamics and most of all the law of gravity - and yet they fly to their heart's abandon.
My amazing day started with a miracle and message that left me swooning from the sweet call of my own intentions:
Follow My Bliss - Follow My Heart - Follow What Feels Good.
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