Carrie Hoppe

Moon of the Sea has Returned to Me. Content Warning.

I felt the soft tickle on the back of my neck again. Those tiny hairs standing on end to signal the arrival of a lost but beloved spirit. I never knew when it was going to happen and despite its familiarity it always caught me off guard. I turned around, expectedly, like I was going to be greeting the visitor face to face, but I just laughed at myself because it never happens that way. It’s just a knowing that someone is there that hits me at the core of my being. Sometimes I wish I would spend more time developing my abilities to connect with the spirit world but the more I think about it the more I understand that this would require a lot more energy than I am willing to give. I continued my morning ritual of watering my potted plants outside before the heat of the summer day settled in like a heavy blanket. Gardening is another area in my life that could use some strong development but the fact that I could even keep the many potted trees alive meant that I was progressing. The feeling started to become more intense. What was at first a soft tickle was now full static electricity shooting down my back. I heard a faint ringing in my ears and before I could fully comprehend what was happening everything stopped. My body felt instantly calm, and I was surrounded by an unnatural silence. It’s almost as if I was suspended in another dimension. I looked around and now my mind was fully present in the moment. It had to be if I wanted to see what was calling for me. And that’s when I saw it. Right there on my favorite mimosa tree, covered with vibrant pink flowers, was a singular tiny honeybee.