Wings of Bees: Being Present

We humans have a lot in common with bees, really. Bees are neato. Bees work hard, real hard, for several months of the year. They’re building up a sweet pile of honey money and storing it for later (we try our best, right?). They get sick (I have 100 bug bites right now, no joke). They get annoyed and lazy when it rains (what gym?). They kick out the man drones when winter comes so those worthless, non-pollen gathering punks don’t eat up their reserves (I have seen so many piles of man possessions on sidewalks in Portland. Moving sale left overs? Nope. Drone expulsion!). When they smell smoke, they gobble down some honey quickly so that they will have the energy stores to last them until they find a new home (in an unexplained disaster response phenomenon, humans almost always waste time evacuating an emergency scene to grab a possession e.g. burning plane- grabbing their carry-on).

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I’m trying my best to stop being a bee. Like bees, I spend too much time preoccupied with the future: the person I should be, the job and dollars I should have. Life is short though… I took these pictures in April when I helped my friend Jim introduce some new bees to some hives that didn’t survive last winter. The dead bees were huddled into the middle of the hive for warmth, deep into the cells, lapping up the last bits of honey. Above them, there was still plenty of food, but the bees didn’t venture away from their warm cluster to find it.

The new bees we introduced to the hive swept the dead bees away and got to work on gathering sweetness.

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Instead of being the busy bee, instead of waiting for the next wind gust of opportunity to take me on the next adventure, I want to rest the wings for a while and focus on finding gratitude in the present and being the person I should be right now. This is my first post in a series that will be focused on finding gratitude and a sense of awe in the opportunities available in my own backyard and living life to the fullest in the right here, right now.