After our ceremonial lunch, I stepped outside. I was immediately drawn to the Gazebo.
Entering it, I understood why.
The screened octagonal structure provided a subtle boundary for me.
I could see through the screen and at the same time I was alone.
A rectangular table and chairs stood in the center.
A white cloth covered the table.
I smiled, sat in a chair and put my head on the table to rest.
I could feel the gentle breeze from the nearby lake caressing the back
of my neck and shoulders, relaxing them.
Closing my eyes, the chorus of birds lulled me into a deep rest.
Some time passed.
The soft sound of a bell roused me, calling us to the afternoon
session of this beautiful meditation retreat.
As I lifted my head I noticed a large insect on the inner side of the screen.
The Queen Bee!
Impressive! How did she get in? Can she get out?
She has enough air to breathe but she’s without food and her tribe.
How long can she last?
I turned to go. I’ll check on her later, I decided and share what I’ve seen.
As I walked back to the meeting room, I remembered seeing two bumblebees
tumbling over each other inside a beach rose, earlier in the day.
I giggled at the thought of their joyful play.
Tribe. Food. Shelter.
The Queen Bee’s visit offered me a precious gift.
She reminded me that retreat is a necessary time to rest and restore
but not a place to reside indefinitely.
I also require food, shelter and my tribe in order to thrive.
Blessings and love,