Exhausted. Drained. Empty. Yet full.
The byproducts brought forth by the uncovering of a hornets nest have revealed themselves in ways that I have not previously experienced. It is as intense as it is relaxing. It is profound and deep and shallow and simple. It is conversation and extension. It is listening and hearing. It is taking every blow with grace and dignity while remaining steadfast in my own integrity. It is showing up when I’m tired. It is showing up when I feel like running. It’s riding the bike and doing the pushups and taking time to take care of myself. It is everything and nothing. Byproducts. Hornets. Bees. Winged beasts that are as much a part of nature as the sun rising and setting. Are they beasts? Is the hornet sting not just a reminder that we feel? Sure, there are allergies and an occasional death, but by and large the sting of the hornet is remedied by time...just like everything else in this world. Time heals. Let it pass. Participate in it. Jump headlong into the wind and see where it takes you. Adventure. Life. A change of course. A chance meeting at a bar. An opportunity to be seized. Relish in it. Grab it by the horns. This life. The only one we get.