Today I watched some of the very few honeybees in my garden and found myself longing for a way I could just follow one for an entire day. I thought "I wonder if this is one of the lost bees?"

Just like this honeybee, I know how it feels to be lost. But even during the darkest of moments in my life, there has always been that soft, yet clear voice that has kept me awake and on that path toward where I belong. The bees work together toward a common goal and work hard to bring each bee back to the hive. But sometimes, not all the bees make it home, and lately, a lot haven't. This is why I am thinking about the lost bees. We have so much to learn from them.

Lately, I feel the Earth crying to merely be appreciated for all She gives. She is for me, very often, that soft voice that says "Hello, you. It's Me, remember? You've been asleep for a while, but it's time for you to wake up. You're safe and there are many here with you. We're all so glad you're here."

The journey I've been on has been one of awakening, and now it is a journey of helping others wake up. The honeybees are just a part of our awakening process. They are helping us open our eyes to see the many critically important changes that are going on right underneath our feet. Quietly, the honeybees are sacrificing their lives for ours, and it is my mission to make sure each one of their lives is not lost in vain.

Awake thou that sleepest, arise from your slumber. The honeybees are not the only ones looking for their way "home."