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.
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.
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."
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.