🌻 When we wokeReality’s mirror was broken AndGaia’s children picked up its shards.They cut their handsAnd the rivers ran red.They picked up it’s shards And the sky was burning.They cut their handsAnd the demons rose.They picked up its shardsAnd Sisyphus criedFor Gaia’s children inherited his curse Continue reading And Sisyphus cried
Happy, new week despite everything. I hope you had a good weekend if you had one and if your free days come up may they refuel you sufficiently! I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I … Continue reading Refueling
Welcome to “The Bee Writes…”. Please sit down, have a cuppa of your favourite beverage and enjoy the posts of my collaborators and I.
Why is this blog private? I was stalked by a troubled ex for some time. That is why I chose to make most of my online presence private. You can find the three most recent posts on top of this page and a reel of several recent posts on the bottom.
If I try to summarize myself I would say I am a
Seeker of wisdom.
It’s wonderful that you are here and I hope you’ll find something interesting to take some joy with you when you leave “The Bee Writes…”. Feel free to ask me anything via thebeecreates(at)gmail.com and let us know what you think about the topics we cover.
And I am always open to guest posts about books, poetry, sustainability and self-improvement and if you want to contribute regularly you are welcome to become a collaborator. Am looking forward to meeting you!
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