Bee Reflection

I read a comment on one of my facebook groups this morning that had me reflecting on my relationship with my hive. I have noticed in my life that the state of my plants and animals reflects the state of my life. I am almost never aware of that actual state until I look back, far after whatever the current disaster is.

*Random-how lonely is it to know all men love you because of the goddess within you*

Part of healing seems to be learning how to direct that disaster the way one learns to light backfires. So I started the think on the state of my hive and what its reflection on Me is. So, let's start in the middle and jump sidewise. 

I need to check my hive. Yet, somehow I can't seem to bring myself to do it. 

I'm afraid of what I might find. 

You see, my hives were a gift from my dad after I earn a citizen scientist title. I was taking my Master gardener classes at the time. I have always been a little scared of my hives. I've been stung before and it was traumatic. Which I actually forgot about consciously until this moment. Which might explain a lot about my relationship with my hive and now is giving me an idea on how to approach my hive this time.

My beekeeping experience has not been gentle or so I thought. I was stung over 20 times in my first season. Each time after I could look back and pin point my mistake. I'm an intuitive massage therapist and I've been really focusing on what the intuitive part means and how it works so I can use it better. This has lead me to a great deal  of exploring the various aspects of the Mind Body connection. 

This past few moons I decided to apply that same intuitive approach to my Master Gardeners and Beekeeping. And Mom. Oddly, I haven't managed to apply my intuitiveness to the Dannie training. Probably because when I do, we get distracted and end up doing things other than training. 

So back to my hives. We suffered a traumatic loss in that the hive swarmed or split and I have not been in the hive in a positive manner since that has happened. I remember gearing up and getting ready for my last session with the hive. I remember thinking I needed to learn how to use my smoker before I got back in the hive. That the hive was not thriving and I did not know why. I would need to dig deeper next time and for that I would need my smoker. Which I do not seem to be able to keep lit I should know how to do this.

Once I hit that point it became an excuse to not go back and take care of my hive. To just let them live or die while decide if I'm going to plan to keep two hives or just one because I now can bring a hive to JokerB's yard if I keep it. Before I commit to two hives i need to be sure I did what I could for my first hive. so with that in mind I started to turn back to connecting with my bees. the first thing was learning such a thing as bee shamans exists and that there is an official organization as of such. I am not going to approach my bees with their philosophy, I will listen first to my own. I have yet to learn much about them but just knowing they existed made me look back at my Master Gardener connection and try to approach it on the physical level with a more My Philosophy  approach. So in that Spirit I am getting off the computer and going to trim some roses in hopes of rootlings. I'll be trying to Listen to my senses as I do, and mayhaps, my next reflection shall be on what I saw there.

Fairy Godmother?

Have you ever looked around at the wreck that surrounds you and thought, "Wow, no wonder my fairy godmother hasn't showed up." And so you set about cleaning?

It struck me today as I swept my rooms that I can recall many times in my past where I begged the Universe to send me a rescue, like a miracle or Fairy Godmother, any number of the Heroes and Helpers that are scattered about all the stories we are raised on. At first I became sad thinking how I'd been disregarded, if not ignored. For no dramatic characters ever appeared to sweep away all the turama.

I blame Frankenstein for that. He is such a whiner! Every one of his actions and moods is always someone else's fault. I've been listening to Mary Shelley's audiobook, so I may be a bit under that monster's influence.

It slowly dawned on me, as Dannie assisted me in my endeavors to sweep up the floor and put away his toys, all my Helpers have been subtle. People willing to give me a reliable transportation so I could go to classes and even as far as conveying me over the mountains and back safely so I could accomplish goals that would benefit us. People who left a tip, slide an extra treat in the grocery order, didn't comment on the tear marks, guided me when I couldn't make a coherent sound, anonymously left entire feasts or holidays on my doorstep... So many Helpers.

No glitter, lights, dramatic musical numbers, or transformations. Just slow steady support. 

And that is MAGIC.

Okay, I'm getting emotional so I'll stop.

I cherish each glimpse of Fairy Godmothers, Heroes, and Helpers I have experienced.