I picked up some bees from a lovely bee-man named Bill in Pasadena.  His acreage holds 400+ hives.  I loved soaking in the landscape and the layout of his home / workshop.  Beautiful simplicity. 

     I got fully outfitted before entering his beeyard because the nearby hives were full of the africanized sort of bee, very aggressive.  I got hit by bees every few seconds.  They did not relent.   We spent an hour looking for my queen only to discover she was in my box all along!  Meanwhile, the angry bees slammed into my head again and again.  I was a little nervous even with the whole suit together.  Slow but sure I was able to leave the property with a small hive in the back seat of the car.

     When I arrived home in Topanga it was nearly dusk.  The bees made it safe to their new home nestled into a beautiful valley and so much love.  Earlier on this blessed day I sang and danced and prayed over the land where they would soon be “planted”.  I sat for some time in silence there and I welcomed the living embodiment of the divine feminine.  I invited both the sting and the honey; knowing the depth of the teachings go far beyond my imagination, I invited ALL of life into this portal of learning. I surrendered myself to them.

   My friend and I were joined by a small group of children (always a good omen) when the time came to place the wooden hive box on the new stand.  One of the kids was wearing a bikini!  I donned my jacket and veil knowing that bees are not fond of being disturbed in the evening and feeling a bit too weary after my day with the wild angry bees.

     Everyone gathered around in celebration for our new friends and we dismantled the nails and screen and set everything up.  Since I had to open the hive for a bit there were many bees flying around and several of them found their way into my veil (oops, I didn’t tie it very tight).  I walked away from the hive slowly and began to take off the veil gently.  I was a bit shocked to discover a bee was walking across my mouth.  I sort of contracted, flinching…and then I shifted.  This bee was there to communicate with me.  There was no sting.  No upset.  I relaxed and felt the reality that the bees were happy to be here.  I realized that they wanted me to TRUST and that my first lesson was here and now.  TRUST, do not expect with your old ways of expecting (trapped animals lash out).  TRUST your own mouth, your own words, your own NEW reference points instead of what’s been taught (who says we’re trapped).  What is the energy that I am meeting life (anything) with?  With a bee on my mouth I’m saying yes, thank you!  I feel the invitation to share the inspirations of the hive with you.  Blessings of tiny bee feet tickling lips to you.