Bee That As It May...


I am not unlike many people when it comes to bees.  I get nervous when they come around, I move from where I am to avoid their presence, I smack them dead every chance I get.  

Until the last bit of summer this year when I was on my deck absorbing the sun and reading a book.  It was a perfect summer afternoon situation full of relaxation and reflection.  This bee stealthily landed on the top of my book.  My innate behavior kicked in as I swat at it with the typical jolt of breath and body.  The thing didn't budge.  I went to smack it dead and I stopped in mid swat because this wave of calm flash-flooded through me, and a voice inside said "wait, listen, watch, feel".


I sat back into my chair and opened myself to this bee.  My vision set upon it like a magnet, and I felt a connection to this little honey maker.  I imagined a day in the life of a bee; the work, the sweetness they produce to provide food for their families and I remember reading that honey is the only made in nature food that doesn't kill anything to produce.  This filled me with a sweetness in the heart that dropped me deeper into the connection.  I allowed myself to see the busyness of his life, his honey-making, and even the busyness of his wings in his flight.  I reflected this back to myself and wondered where I could be more useful and productive, where in my life could I make more sweetness?  At some point during this awareness, the little guy maneuvered himself on my book to be facing me.  No fear from either of us, just an understanding.  I went back to reading and he stayed on my book for another chapter.  I found myself half reading because I still felt this kind of weight to his presence, like a hug, and I wanted to keep absorbing his lessons energetically.  I didn't get up until he left.


My brain kicked in with the question of "what does a bee symbolize?"  "What did this mean?"  I went to searching the all-knowing internet, and found this little snippet:


Fertility and the Honey of Life, Accomplishing the Impossible


Bees are the symbol of fertility and sexuality. Its honeycomb, a hexagon, is the symbol of the heart and represents the sweetness of life found within our own heart. It is also the symbol of the sun and all its energies.

The bee reminds us to extract the honey of life and to make our lives fertile (productive) while the sun shines. No matter how great the dream is, there is the promise of fulfillment if we pursue our dreams.

If a Bee has shown up in your life, examine your own productivity. Are you doing all you can to make your life more fertile? Are you busy enough? Are you making time to savor the honey of life and not becoming a workaholic?

The Bee is the symbol of accomplishing the impossible. Aerodynamically, its body is too large for its wings and should not be able to fly. Although now we understand how it does fly (high rate of wing movement), the Bee remains a symbol of accomplishing anything you put your mind to.

In Hinduism, the Bee relates to Vishnu, Krishna or Kama, the God of Love. In Egypt, the Bee symbolized royalty. In Greece, it was the symbol of the Eleusinian Mysteries. The Celts associated the Bee with hidden wisdom.



Needless to say I was pretty happy that my reflection matched the productive part.  And ya know what? That bee was right, I hadn't been applying motivation or inspiration fully into my work.   I had been telling myself that my whole vision is impossible to do right now while I homeschool my daughter.  But again, this bee was right, I can accomplish anything I put my mind to.  I allowed all this to refuel my fire about my work, and my passion for it.  Yes, my daughter comes first, but there is so much time in a day that I can fill up with the busy sweetness of my purpose.  Thank you bee.


Since this day, bee has been following me and I see it so differently.  Even when I was deer hunting earlier this month, bee was in my hair more than once and other people where trying to swat it out.  I simply stopped them and said it was okay, they are reminding me of something.  Yesterday, in the garden, bee was on my arm, on my shovel, in my hair, and buzzing around.  Didn't swat or startle.  I am so grateful to have the ability to listen, feel, learn and grow.  Thank you bee.


A very dear friend always ends her emails with a perfect salutation that compliments this topic. I don't think she'll mind if I use it this once. Much love to her. "Honey in the heart"...isn't that beautiful?  The bee makes us squeal and contort our bodies to make way, and revives fear in our being.  I hope that this story inspires you to see bee as a productive sweetness maker that can achieve the impossible, and to see everything from a deeper place of question and reflection.  For there is much to see in this miraculous nature-filled Earth.


Blessed be,