“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.”
by Emily Dickenson
Sometimes in the glory of Summer I get overwhelmed. As the few sunny days speed by, I feel I’m missing out on so much as I peer out my office window and text my young girls. I should be with them. Watching them grow. Making memories.
The prairie of my life is expansive. Most days I see bees and clover everywhere. But, on occasion I glance up and thing appear dusty, barren and charred.
I have learned on these days to look closer. Breathe deeply and step back. Perspective helps me renew that essential ingredient to life’s joy. Revelry call back the softly painted clover and lazy buzzing of the bees.
If you too feel the rush of Summer’s passing try to slow your mind. Focus on the time you can spend in leisure. Make the best of it. Remember we are the poets of our own verse.