When the bee stings,
when I'm feeling sad.
(or confused, bewildered, sad, despondent, defeated and discouraged)
I simply take note of the wonders around me,
Like boys feeding chickens...
and the beauty of an impending thunderstorm...
And then I don't feel....
so bad!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
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