I was lying in the grass beneath the sun — my body still, my spirit drifting gently between worlds.
I had just returned from meditation when I noticed a bumblebee resting beside me. Its small body shimmered with light, peaceful, as if it too was in prayer.
Something stirred within my heart — a whisper that said, “Honor this moment.”
I rose and went inside to gather what Spirit guided me to find: a small glass jar, seashells, gold glitter, flowers, a scroll for my intention, and black salt to ground the energy. I didn’t fully understand why, only that my hands were being led by something unseen.
When I returned, the first bee had crossed the veil — and beside it, as if summoned by Spirit, there was another. Two bees now — twin messengers of devotion and divine timing — resting upon the string of my teacup.
I placed them gently within the jar, surrounded by shimmer and softness. The gold glitter became sunlight preserved, carrying the vibration of abundance and divine radiance.
The flowers represented beauty and life in full bloom.
The seashells echoed the rhythm of intuition and the sacred feminine.
And beneath it all, the black salt formed a protective foundation — a guardian at the gate between realms, anchoring the magic to Earth.
The scroll inside held my intention — my whispered prayer sealed in love and faith.
This jar became more than a vessel; it became a heartbeat — a union of two worlds, two bees, two energies merging into harmony.
A reminder that endings are only transformations in disguise.
That Spirit speaks through nature.
And that nothing created from love ever truly dies — it simply takes new form, continuing to serve its divine purpose in the light.