When the sun is gone, the fog whispers When the fog is gone, the sea whispers When the sea is gone, the stars whisper When the stars are gone, the valley whispers When the valley is gone, the flowers whispers When the flowers are gone, the bees whisper When the bees are gone, the fires rage, clouds hold their breath and the muse calls forth the rain.
I never really understood the power of letting something you create sit down to relax and breathe.
Hi there friend,
I have been learning a lot about creation and spending even more time laughing at myself because how hilarious is it when you realize life was just calling you to step it up? But, not in a grind and crash kind of way. No, not at all. Lately, I have been experiencing more of a don’t worry about what other people think and keep doing your breathwork on this bench. Along with the strong realization that I have resting stoic face. There has been a lot happening, and maybe there really is no straight-forward way to explain my world of calm. But, I’ll try to frame it around this story I have regarding bees.
The Buzz
The bee is a creature that started appearing more frequently in my life since last Spring. Coincidentally, this is also when our plans to move and travel began to actualize and manifest.
One afternoon, while swimming in the pool, I saw a fuzzy black and yellow body floating in the water. Cupping my hand, I waited and watched as the little bug dried herself off. Her tiny movements looked so feline to me. Maybe the relief of life lifted her once again, and so she pampered her drenched body with the utmost praise and recollection. Once she was done, time stood still, and we had joined the same relaxed moment,. Before taking off, a few deep buzzes passed through my finger, which I took as a thanks. Altogether with the floating sensations, I felt this all-embodying encouragement to stay light amidst all that was developing around me. Immediately afterwards, the little bee took off and disappeared into the blue sky.
Oftentimes, when I find myself strained from my writing, it is due to the weight I put on myself for getting it done. This needs to get done. Am I doing it? What am I missing? Great, I’m in my luteal now. I highly doubt a bee has ever thought, “this is something I need to get done!” In fact, I highly doubt any animal self-induces this overloaded way of thinking. So, where does mine come from?
A funny observation that I have picked up while living on the road has been that no matter how big or small my home is, house-keeping still feels like a lot. You would think living in a tiny home in campgrounds outside of the city has relieved me of a lot of distractions (which, yes it mostly has). However, there is nothing quiet about the experience of life. I wake up and there is an alertness in my head that just turns on. The number of times I have caught myself unconsciously sweeping my little Airstream from the inevitable dirt and doggy dust is too embarrassing to count. But, this is where the power of perspective truly counts. The pressure to complete and get something done can blind a person from appreciating it for what it is and who they are.
One time, while Ayla was playing with a friend on the playground. I found myself sitting on a rocking camping chair (yes, you read this correct) right outside the Airstream. The playground was steps from our front door. I received this abundance as I looked to the sky, soaked in the sun, and breathed a few big breaths into my entire body. This is one of my favorite things to do whenever I realize I have at least one full moment to revitalize myself. Afterwards I thought, “Oh, what am I going to do (with this opportunity to do something)? “ It did - and it didn’t - catch me by surprise to hear a little buzz and see a bee fly in an upward loop right in front of me. I laughed and then wondered what type of work truly felt present and joyful (my feeling of direction for this year) for me. That day, roughly ninety minutes of park time turned into roughly ninety minutes of creative writing time for me.
While there is not only a responsibility but also an accountability to the ways in which we live our life, I think it is only natural and possibly inviting that our bodies become stimulated and distracted. Or perhaps, another way of looking at it, playful and eager to respond to what is truly present for you.
Progress does not equate to overworking oneself or needing to push through. In fact, it may only lead to unconscious and deranged flinging of things hoping that they miraculously become done. I used to always associate the term busyness with a bee and while they are magicians in their production, this idea that they achieve this by keeping busy is quite wrong.
While a person may be driven, loyal and even devoted to put their head down to complete a service and get it all done. It may be more giving if they allow a system that will weave them in and out of such things, as though each is its own world that they are dipping their toes in and out and romanticizing their way through.
I know nothing on honeycombs, but this image of a fractal and exponential way of building comes to mind. Along with the opportunity for enjoyment and pleasure.
Take what resonates for you –
Love,
Your Oracle Delivery from Patricia Levy
