Two photos. Two tales. One Whisper. The tree filled with your songs and others as you buzzed around the nectar becoming so rare these days. I sighed in awe. I sighed in despair to think of how our actions have harmed you. A small bee reminding us how interconnected everything and everyone is in truth. From Nepal to a tiny bee. We are all one in One. I bowed deeply and prayed for compassion and understanding.

Then to journey to my favorite lake as my heart was still filled with awe and the sense of loss. I looked up at you my friend, and confess, my laughter even now hangs upon the trees.

 Yes, you can fault me for not showing your best side. But the whisper remains…. offer compassion and wisdom for the losses. Teach. Pray. Act. Love. But never, never, forget Life’s simple joy that fuels all else. Never forget to laugh. Two photos. Two tales. One Whisper. United in Joy. One.