Our new beehive
I’ve been thinking about what it means to make space, for growth, for others, for quiet.
Laying those pavers wasn’t just about levelling a hive. It felt like preparing a home for something I don’t control but deeply hope for.
The bees didn’t thank me. They stung me.
But when I opened the box, there it was - life, buzzing, building, blooming.
Sometimes, the things that hurt us still give us honey.
And sometimes, just showing up and doing the work, even the unseen, unthanked work. That’s the real harvest.
– Jamie