Life can be cruel and unfair and affect parts of us in a way that we can’t always explain in words. And that’s ok. Not the hurting part but the being unable to explain part. Why would we even try to find words when our feelings haven’t been able to take that first breath. Knowing that’s where we are is the gift. Knowing we’re inwardly off-kilter whilst smiling the smile of the capable is not wholly unhealthy.  

If you can find time to sit down and let those feelings come to the fore just a little then it’s very helpful. No fixing as such, just letting them appear and be witnessed.

I did that today. I had a wee half hour and sat outside in the morning sunshine. My grass is slowly turning into a clover lawn and I’m so happy for it. It’s flowering at the moment and so to sit beside it is magical. It hums with bees. It actually hums.  They are everywhere. I sat with my coffee and tried to count the bees just beside where I was. Twenty beside my feet.  

Deep feelings eventually came into the gap and my humming friends reminded me that I had warmth, coffee, and that today it’s ok. Ok not to have the answers.

As I got ready to go inside I spotted a tiny bee, almost all yellow with only the tiniest dot of black. Was he worried? Nah. I took his advice.    

May I wish you a hummy Saturday Moodscopers.

Love from 

The room above the garage

A Moodscope member