Tell the story to the bees. That is what I was told to do. Until I get my own "words" or until my story comes I am guided to read the bees this story. Prechtel has wonderful "words", they aren't necessarily "his" but of a special People who knew how to live in the world. They still are trying to do it in the old way even after all that has been done to them and their world. The arrogance of the rest of us to believe we know what is best and to impose that on others.
The bees were busy this morning all ready. To give them a snack I am going to have to use the smoker and gloves. They are "fired up" by the warm weather and sunshine. I have made them a water hole in Bucky's pool. They are thirsty little things. Though they literally work themselves to death, they have a happy essence that makes you smile. They even send an emissary from time to time to check on me as I sit on the porch. It is the craziest thing. Love the Bees.
"The arrogance of the rest of us to believe we know what is best and to impose that on others."
ReplyDeleteThat statement made me think of a book I just finished that a friend from Oz sent me called "Original Wisdom." It is about a man who went to Malaysia (for government work) and realized how much we judge another culture by using the lens of our own. He shares what living with the native and aboriginal people there was like, and how much they taught him (instead of the other way around). If you're interested, I'll be glad to lend you the book.
Would love to read it. I am realizing more and more the only way to clarify things is to find our own authenticity. By understanding other's process of getting there helps us see our realness. It is so freeing to read something and it rings true for me too. Perhaps that is the only way to get to "who we really are".
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