You create a path of your own by looking within yourself and listening to your soul, cultivating your own ways of experiencing the sacred and then practicing it. Practicing until you make it a song that sings you.
Sue Monk KiddRead
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the beauty and freedom found in nature, capturing a moment of deep emotional connection to the world around us.
In this quote, Sue Monk Kidd evokes a vivid image of bees flying around a bedroom, symbolizing a sense of freedom and joy in natural existence. The act of watching these bees and feeling their presence prompts a deep emotional response, embodying a longing for connection and the simple pleasure of being alive, even if the bees aren't seeking anything specific. It highlights the contrast between the hustle of life and the beauty of simply being in the moment, embracing the wonder of the natural world.
Themes
NatureBeesFreedomLongingBeautyConnection
In practice
Example use cases
Sharing this quote during a nature walk to inspire appreciation for the outdoors.
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