Nature Communication

PondLight1Nature Communication – A Moment of Beeholding

I have to admire the way nature communicates. Sitting out by our pond just a bit ago, I noticed a bee bouncing around underneath the screen above the pond. I watched and wondered why, thinking maybe it was somehow stuck and couldn’t figure out how to get out from under it.

I suppose I’d been watching it for about a minute, a lot of bumping into the screen, when another bee arrived, buzzed the first one and headed back out. It seemed the latter arrived just to show the way out, like there had been some kind of call that it answered. The first one continued for a few more seconds and then followed the same route out.

I had been pondering the challenge of using the law of attraction and its complements to truly magnetize and recognize the arrival of pivotal opportunities in the creation of flow, cash and otherwise. After observing the bee, just watching and wondering in the precious present and witnessing the synchronicity of the help from a friend or relative, some wonderful metaphors came to mind.

I guess the hive are all relatives, eh? So the arrival of the relative only to show the way out reminded me of how many of us bounce of the proverbial ceiling thinking there has got to be a way out. But where? We often have others who seem to show up in our lives, at that moment when you are least expecting it, who deliver a short message and catch you off guard a bit. Then, after you process for a bit the message becomes clearer with actionable items that lead the way out from under that ceiling.

So many times we get caught in the tunnel vision of our daily lives, task at hand or current project and lose sight of the precious present. We keep beeting our heads against self-created walls that continually redirect our attention to what is wrong with our lives. We rarely take the time to talk about our passions and purpose with each other, let alone spend time reflecting ourselves. So as we bounce off that transparent ceiling the way out isn’t up at all, it is around or through.

When I first started this post I had no idea of the coming reflection, which just happened to include another very small and very mystical creature… a hummingbird. A day after watching this bee, we welcomed a guest visit from a friend I’d met working on yet another global change group which had great ideas but no execution. His car reservation got cancelled so our time together was lengthened appropriately.

After a couple of days and some wonderful conversations and trips, including the Warrior Dash and on Apache Lake, my stepson came over after work and we launched into a more esoteric conversation about the process of transformation and a discussion about our 15 senses, based on Hunbatz Men’s teaching. Mitch and I had both met him during our journeys, only ten years apart. Interestingly, Mitch is 15 years my senior so the number kept cycling around in our time together.

So as we are talking I keep getting distracted by a hummingbird that has been flying around our back door, stopping to look in occasionally. We have many visiting due to our aloe vera blossoms and the fountain on our pond is a great drinking stop for them too. I keep watching this hummingbird as it lands on the top of one of our small wind chimes just outside our back door and seems to be busy about preening. Lo and behold it wasn’t preening at all. It was building a nest.babies1

I tend to expand my thinking to holistic perspectives, including the metaphysical possibilities to coagulate in understanding and wisdom presented by our relatives. Hummingbirds are traditionally very wary around humans, rarely setting up shop so close (less than 3 feet outside our door). We use the door regularly, but it didn’t seem to affect the progress of the nest building at all. I suppose, relating to the theme of this blog, the constant movement of the hummingbird comes to rest as a blessing to our home, possibly our lives. Hummingbirds teach us fierce independence. They teach us to fight in a way where no one really gets hurt. They teach us simple courage.