Save the Bees
Why do bees have sticky hair?
Because they use honey combs, of course!
Silly, I know.
Funny though, right?
That reminds me of a recent heart touching, life changing experience I had with a bee when I was in a canoe race recently.
Paddling away like mad, I happened to glance down and was astonished to see there, in the water, floating inside the boat on its back, a honey bee.
It’s wings were water logged, it’s hair was soggy and it’s body felt very heavy. I could feel it’s distress, discomfort, and how sad it was to be dying, how hard it was for it to breath and stay afloat against the powerful current.
My fear was that it was drowning, but before I could get to it the water washed it away again. I confess, I had a moment of concern wondering if it would sting me if I touched it… but I prayed for it and hoped for the best… and went back to paddling.
A short time later, I saw it float by again!
Oh WOW! Here’s my second chance to be of service to the bees. I decided that I wouldn’t fail this time.
Immediately, I dropped my paddle and reached down to rescue it, hoping it wasn’t already dead. I didn’t care if it stung me for my troubles, I just felt compelled to reach out and do my best to help it.
So I carefully placed my finger on its tiny little furry belly, hoping against my fear that it still had the strength to respond. I held my breath and waited patiently to see what would happen.
Tears sprung to my eyes when its tiny little feeler hands suddenly grabbed onto me and I could lift it out of the water. It clung precariously and shakily to my finger, dripping wet. It’s wings were too soggy to even unfurl.
Still being in the middle of the race, I carefully placed it on my pants leg out of harm’s way, and continued the race hoping it would have a chance to dry out a bit and recover.
It stayed with me the entire rest of the way, we finished the race together. And it was still on my leg. I communicated with it and the bee responded wearily, with gratitude.
I told it that the world needs it, that it’s not it’s time to go, that we love the bees and appreciate them so very much. That I hoped it could recover and go on to live a happy productive life.
As soon as we got back to shore, I carefully took it over to a good bush by the river bank. It crawled back on my finger. I invited it to step aboard the leaf so it could finish drying off.
But… the bee didn’t want to go. It stayed with me a long time, communing.
It told me about what it’s like to be a bee. How hard it is sometimes, and what bees worry about.
It shared with me the fabric of life and how the bees fit into the life of plants and nature, and what the pesticides have done to our environment. Without bees none of us would be alive today, they are that important. We have to save the bees!
On behalf of the entire human race, I asked for forgiveness because in spite the fact that my race is responsible for having done so much harm to ourselves, the planet and to the bees, many of us truly deeply care about their plight. We are working hard to reverse what’s happened, and we need the bees to help us do right.
When we finished our conversation, my face was wet with tears. Finally the bee crawled off my finger and onto the leaf.
Something truly extraordinary had just happened, and it changed me.
A month or so later, I went kayaking and when I got out of the car to go down to the river, I was SWARMED by bees!
Literally, 40 or more bees flew all around me, buzzing, so very close to me, landing on me, in my face, on my hat, my gloves, my pants and shirt!
I’ve never seen anything like it! It was a bit alarming, I confess, I had a moment of panic thinking they were going to sting me…
But then I connected and communicated with them. I was astonished to understand that they only wanted to thank me. Their energy was joyful!
Word had spread of my encounter and rescue of one of their kind, and they were grateful. They flew around me, all over me, making it hard to walk, as I laughed and smiled and felt my gratitude for the gift of bees in our world.
And then as one, they all flew away.
I hope that you have grown into the very BEST version of your Self, someone who is helping doing your part to make our world a better place by following your destiny, fulfilling your purpose, creating your legacy.
If you’re not there quite yet, today can be the beginning of a brand life full of opportunity, resolve, hope, vision and intention.
And that reminds of a place I like to call “Someday Isle.”
Have you been there?
It’s where you make promises to yourself like:
- “Someday I’ll write that book…”
- “Someday I’ll lose the extra weight and hit the gym to get in great shape…”
- “Someday I’ll get out of this dead end job and do something that really matters, something that makes my heart sing instead of sucking the life out of me…”
- “Someday I’ll get help for my pet so they can behave better, feel better, be happier…!”
- “Someday Isle” is a lonely place where you find yourself surrounded by excuses, wallowing in sadness, depression and regret…
As you get older, you’ll get stuck in that place and you’ll start to believe that those things you’ve dreamed about, prayed about, thought about for so long won’t happen–not now–not ever. And even worse, you’ll let your animal companion down when they need you most…
The moment you take ACTION, you embrace the idea that SOMEDAY is closer than you think… it may even already be here! And you’ll discover that it’s not too late at all.
Every important journey begins with a single step.
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