Tuesday, May 13, 2008
A poem by Antonio Machado:
"Last Night While I was Sleeping"
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt--marvelous error!--
that I had a behive here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my past mistakes.
Except from the book: The Shamanic Way of the Bee
I had then decided to emphasize that our search for the transformative paths should begin at home and that even the humblest of gardens oozed power and dripped magical secrets.
written by Prof. S.R. Harrop
Today, in the woods, much bee activity could be observed. Slowing down and honoring their space (and sting) enabled us to sit amongst the many buzzing mighty mitochondriacs, in peace.
Posted by Heart of The Mother at 5:14 PM