a bee in my bonnet. er, fedora...

Today, like every other weekend day when I'm lucky enough to have nothing on the schedule, I took to our neighborhood's "secret" garden to have my morning coffee and do some reading. 

My beloved neighborhood's "secret" garden. Location shall remain on the DL. I'm no fool. 

My beloved neighborhood's "secret" garden. Location shall remain on the DL. I'm no fool. 

It's been a rough week for this business owner: with Mercury in retrograde, everything seems to be falling apart at the seams. Though there were several potential bright spots at the end of the week, I was feeling pretty disheartened and admittedly, was wondering--for the umpteenth time since I started out on my own--what the hell I'd gotten myself into. 

How I love a garden that I don't ever have to weed...

How I love a garden that I don't ever have to weed...

I took off my fedora, set it on the table and flopped into the wrought iron chair, sipping my coffee and reading the next chapter of my book*. Suddenly, the insistent buzz of a sizable bumble bee interrupted my reading. It circled around me several times before landing on my hat, where it continued to rest for the better part of 40 minutes.

 I began, like any self-respecting New York lunatic, talking quietly to the bee. It stayed still, moving only its mandible back and forth, slowly, like it didn't have a single flower to pollinate or any other care in the world. Because my sisters and I have been fascinated by the meaning behind spirit animals and totems of late, I slowly pulled my phone out of my bag and Googled "Bee Symbolism." 

If there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that the Universe will always throw you a bone if you're in need, and if you're open to the signs. After a week of self doubt and "maybe I need to fill out an application at Starbucks...again" thoughts permeating my consciousness, the bee seemed a harbinger of positivity. 

Apparently, I was right. According to Universe of Symbolism ,  the bee is a totem animal for the powers of success:

"Bee is a valiant symbol of success, and combined with his power of believing he can achieve anything, he becomes an unstoppable force of nature." 

Roses & peonies & geraniums...oh, my! 

Roses & peonies & geraniums...oh, my! 

Could I have chosen to believe that the bee was just feeling as lazy as I was on a Sunday morning, and decided to rest on my hat? Of course. But where's the fun in that? 

Instead, I choose to see my visitor as a symbol of success in the days to come. The next time I sign a contract, I'll send a prayer of thanks to Mother Nature for sending me one of her hardest working messengers. 

That message was received, Mama Nature. Loud and clear. 

 

 

 

*Book is "All the Light We Cannot See" by Anthony Doerr. Can't put it down. If you haven't read it yet, please do.