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.
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2 comments:
It's interesting that we're all talking about bees... i've heard many people over the past few weeks complaining about allergies and how bad the pollen count is in MD. I've passed on the hint to them about incorporating local honey into their diet as local honey will help build up your natural immune system.. helping with allergies. Go bees!!!
What a beautiful dream... It keeps reasoning in so many ways... I might help support so much honey production that way! Opens up new perspectives... Thanks!
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