According to the laws of aerodynamics, a bumblebee can’t fly.
But the bumblebee doesn’t know, so it does.
It flies.

Have you ever watched a bumblebee? I mean, really watched one? There’s something kind of amazing about these little guys. They buzz around, dipping into flowers, zigzagging through the air, without a care in the world. They’re not the sleekest flyers — more like tiny, fuzzy helicopters with a mind of their own. And according to the science we used to believe, they shouldn’t even be able to fly. Their wings are too small, their bodies too big – it just doesn’t make sense. But do they know that? Nope. They just keep buzzing along. These tiny creatures, adorned in their vibrant stripes, move with a sense of presence and purpose that speaks volumes to the art of being.

Watching a bumblebee at work is a meditation in itself. Each movement is deliberate, each choice instinctive and unburdened by the complexities of ‘why’. They hover and dance from flower to flower, fully immersed in the moment, embodying the essence of mindfulness. They don’t ponder the mechanics of their flight or question their ability to soar – they simply do. In their world, the concept of impossibility doesn’t exist.

This unassuming bee, in its quiet pursuit, offers us a window into the power of mindful living. In our lives, cluttered with thoughts and preoccupied with endless analyses, we often lose sight of the joy in just being. We forget the beauty that lies in embracing the present, in experiencing fully the task at hand, without the distraction of past worries or future anxieties.

The bumblebee, in its graceful defiance of what we once deemed aerodynamically impossible, invites me to reconsider my own limitations. It challenges me to let go of our incessant need to understand and control every aspect of my journey. Instead, it encourages me to experience life with a sense of curiosity and openness, to embrace each moment as it comes, without preconceived notions or self-imposed constraints.

As I observe the bumblebee, I’m reminded of the freedom found in simplicity, the peace in acceptance, and the joy in the now. It teaches me that often, the most profound experiences arise not from knowing, but from being.

Beyond the Buzz of “Why?”

In the garden, buzzing free,
lives a bee beyond “Why me?”
Not bound by rules of earth and sky,
it flutters joyously on high.

It’s not ignorance that gives it wings,
but a heart unchained from reasoning’s strings.
In its dance, there’s wisdom, too,
a lesson in what joy can do.

While we ponder, calculate,
it soars beyond debates.
Not limited by “how” or “why,”
in its world, even dreams can fly.

This bee, in its humble flight,
teaches me to embrace the light.
Often, beauty lies in trust,
in leaps of faith, away from knowledge dust.

When doubts begin to creep,
I think of the bee, not in a leap.
It shows me, in its gentle way,
that sometimes, it’s okay not to sway.

In not knowing lies a form of art,
the courage to make a fresh start.
To reach for skies, with colors rife,
creating beauty, embracing life.

Let’s take a leaf from this tiny guide,
and in our hearts, let dreams reside.
In the space beyond the “whys,”
is where the true adventure lies.

(2019 © Julia Delaney)

Beyond the Buzz: The Bumblebee Paradox

That’s the thing about bumblebees. They don’t worry about what they can or can’t do. They don’t sit around questioning the physics of their flight. They’re too busy enjoying the sunshine, the flowers, and doing their bee thing. They’re living proof that sometimes, you just gotta go for it.

It makes me think about how we live our own lives. We spend so much time overthinking, overanalyzing, getting tangled up in the details. “Can I do this? Should I do this? What if I fail?” We could learn a thing or two from these bees. Imagine just diving into something without worrying about the why or the how. Just living in the moment, doing what feels right.

Wings Beyond Logic

In gardens whispered with lore,
a bee flutters, defying more.
“Aerodynamically unfit,” they say,
but the bee, unknowing, flies anyway.
In the face of logic’s stern eye,
it soars beneath the open sky.
Unaware of what’s ‘supposed’ to be,
it embodies a simple, profound key.
Not about ignorance or careless flight,
but a testament to unyielding delight.
Each buzz, a challenge to the norm,
in its tiny form, a defiant storm.
While we’re tangled in doubts and theory,
the bee hums to a different query.
It doesn’t ponder, doesn’t question why,
finds freedom in just touching the sky.
In this small, buzzing, vibrant sprite,
I see a message, clear and bright.
Defying what’s “known,” it flies with ease,
sowing dreams among the trees.
When a bee zips, joyful and free,
it’s more than nature’s melody to me.
A reminder in each purposeful sway,
limits are mine to cast away.
Like the bee, I dare and I try,
find my wings and reach for the sky.
In the heart of who we dare to be,
lies the power of the humble bee.
In the unknown, we find our flight,
and in our dreams, our deepest might.

(2022 © Julia Delaney)

Wings Beyond Logic

So, next time you’re feeling bogged down by the details, or stuck in the ‘whys’ and ‘hows’ of it all, think about the bumblebee. Maybe we don’t have all the answers, and maybe that’s okay. Maybe, like the bumblebee, our greatest moments come when we stop questioning and start doing.

Be Alive 🌱
Love ❤️, Julia

Healing through Loss


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