Jorgia was laying in the sun on the grass near the river, Mother earth and Father sky watching over her.
Her eyes were closed, feeling some of the green blades on the ground between her thumb and her other fingers. She breathed deeply the sweet air that was present there in abundance.
But, what she did not know is that with her fingers she was holding and stroking a wasp and not a flower in the grass.
For more than a minute she relaxed the wasp, who was enjoying very much her soulful touch.
When she opened her eyes and saw the little creature she was surprised that all this time it was a wasp and not a flower she had been caressing.
Although people consider wasps to be dangerous, she was not stressed nor sorely afraid when she released the insect, only wonder betook her. There was no fear nor panic, only an innocent experience.