The other day I was walking on the beach after meeting with a client. I came across a bee that was mostly wet struggling along the sand dunes (what must have felt like to the bee, I imagine). I noticed that it was a matter of moments before the little bee got swept away by the waves that were passionately caressing the shore. I was inspired to be the bee’s transport mechanism to a dryer safer place.
I bent down and offered my hand. The bee gently climbed over and we began our journey together in the sun. As I walked, I watched the bee dry off with the help of the summer breeze and diligently clean up from head to toe (or whatever may be equivalent for a bee!) I felt so much love for this bee and I felt that the bee was somehow returning the love.
I crossed over the bike path to a place where there were plenty of plants and flowers – “a perfect happy safe place for a bee!” I thought. When I looked closely where I initially intended to drop off my little fuzzy buzzy friend, I noticed a town of spiders nicely webbed all around and inside the plants. “Oh no!” I thought… “I would not want you to be eaten up by a spider now that we have saved you from being swept away by the ocean!”
Taking on the mission to save the bee, I determinedly searched for the perfect spot…And there it was! A happy pink flower soaking in the sun and no spider webs to be found!
As I gently lowered my hand to place the bee in his new happy safe home on the pretty little pink flower, out of nowhere came out a gecko and swallowed it at once!
On the same day that I experienced this exchange, a dear friend mentioned a young girl in the news who died moments after being saved from drowning when a shark came out of the water and attacked her.
Did the bee manifest a gecko or was it pre-destined that they met? Is there a difference?
Well, the same thing just happened. I noticed a fly by my kitchen window and thought to myself that if it were a bee, I would normally gently pick him up and transport it outside. I said to myself “the life of a fly is no more or less precious than that of a bee” and just as I got ready to save the fly from imprisonment and free it, the desperate buzzing got louder and louder as I approached the kitchen window. I immediately noticed signs of futile struggle and to my humbled amazement, the black body of a beautiful spider who just caught his lunch!
I started walking on the beach following the inspiration without a destination in mind. With each step, new sounds and forms began to enter my awareness. As I walked along the ever-changing sunlit line where the Ocean kissed the sand, I noticed a wet bee which was still alive a foot to the left of my left foot. I recalled this very post and something smiled me. I bowed internally and continued the walk. A few steps later, another bee showed up…only this time, the bee was dead. Lying on the beach with all feet raised high up into the sky. I kept on walking…