We are so limited you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isnt that a shame we dont have many more ways to say it

I hadnt been out to the hives before so to start off she gave me a lesson in what she called bee yard etiquette. She reminded me that the world was really one bee yard and the same rules work fine in both places. Dont be afraid as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still dont be an idiot wear long sleeves and pants. Dont swat. Dont even think about swatting. If you feel angry whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a bees temper. Act like you know what youre doing even if you dont. Above all send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.

The words were unexpected but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart that wants to be found wants to be spoken wants to be elevated into the realm of sacredness.