Thanks so much, Sylvia, for leaving such a beautiful story on the site:
Many years ago, there was an argument between my living-partner (and best friend) and a neighbour who owned the large orchard opposite us. My friend, quite erroneously I believe, accused him of things he had not done. I could not sway the argument no matter what I did!
A bee came on to my hand one day. It rested a moment, then vibrated its wings for take-off. I asked it to help. I asked the Bee Soul to help. I knew it would happen. I also asked for a ’sign’.
A few days later my friend came home and said he had made it up now with the orchard owner. They had met in town and decided they were both too old and grey to be fighting like this about silly things. My friend had been invited to tea there. He came home an hour or so later. He was smiling. He told me the orchard owner had taken him to visit his hives (I did not know the man kept bees!) He had given him a gift. A pot of honey. He had said: “Some of this honey must have been made from the flowers in your garden!”