Once every cell was filled with joy and happiness.
Over the years of numerous losses, health and financial problems,
without bees coming by to fill up the empty spaces, they continue to grow and multiply.
Without the constant traffic of bees of kindness, empathy and compassion, the honeycomb will eventually become moldy and turn into dust.
A joyful heart needs nourishment and we can only receive that from the people in our lives who are able to recognize the depletion that is occurring for us in very subtle ways.
Many of which we ourselves are unaware of in the moment.
~ Tutte ~
