Bees and Me

Bees and I go way back. When I was one I was sitting in my high chair on our screened porch lost in the innocent oblivion of infancy when suddenly a terrible, sharp pain pierced my right forearm. The most traumatic experience of my short life (other than birth), it instantly produced a gusher of tears and wails which brought my mother running. She immediately swatted the bee (still stuck on my arm by its barbed stinger), brushed it off, dabbed the sting with ammonia and smothered me with emotional comfort.

The pain eventually abated. But those ten minutes catapulted me into the realm of conscious awareness and formed my first conscious memory. Funny how pain–physical or emotional–is so good at grabbing our conscious attention, no matter what our age. Who was to know that event would be auspicious? For the next four decades I had no extraordinary contact with bees, other than high school biology, the occasional bee sting or siting of a beehive. Yet one morning I was meditating a couple of weeks after returning from a trip to visit a holy man in India when a story about bees flashed into my mind and another apoidea interjected himself into my awareness, this time more pleasantly. I’m not the kind of person who gets mystical inspirations on any kind of a regular basis, but there Buzz Bee was, saying, “The story you’ve just received is supposed to be a book—write.” “Received?” “Downloaded” would have been a better word. The whole thing had flashed into my mind in a nanosecond.

Illustrated, and peppered with wit, humor and some provocative aphorisms, To Bee or Not to Bee is the story of Buzz’s search for God. What he ends up finding is himself. Hmmm. It’s a journey which, with the help of a newfound friend, confronts him with some of life’s most important lessons. Often, he’s pulled through them dragging and kicking, sometimes before he thinks he’s ready. But through it all he finds himself expanding and deepening, and knowing that at some level it’s all perfect and unfolding exactly as it should. Finally, almost in spite of himself, Buzz finds a new acceptance of, and appreciation for, the craziness of life in his honeybee colony. Sound familiar? If so, maybe, in a way, it’s your story too.

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#1 Annie Rose Stathes on 12.07.07 at 11:03 am

I’ve read your book a couple of times now and it’s interesting to me that no matter where I am in my relationship to God (and myself), I can fully resonate with Buzz. I suppose that I assumed that I would reach a deeper conciousness and outgrow Buzz, but there is always something new that I discover about him (and me) when I read the book. Thanks for downloading it! (:

#2 kirk on 12.08.07 at 2:38 pm

buzz has reincarnateed into a very beeutiful being. it is just fun finding places to stick the work bee, I beelieve.

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