Our Sunday Guest, Gail Elizabeth, on, “Helping a Bee”   Leave a comment

A few years ago, I was presented with an unusual opportunity to teach some fourth graders a rather unorthodox way to communicate with Mother Nature.

 It was early September and I was doing my student teaching in a rural school in Vermont. The days were still quite warm at this point. The school had been a boarding school decades past, but now it utilizes every inch for classrooms. The room I was teaching in was a basement area recently converted to a classroom. One might cringe and visualize low, dark, damp and cobwebby spaces. This was just the opposite. It was newly tiled and painted. It was also very bright and airy, because two sides of the rather high-ceilinged room had full rows of high, transom-style windows. Though they were ground level outside, inside they provided lots of light and nice breezes. There was only one problem. Several of these windows did not have screens, yet. As the refurbishing had been done the previous winter, this had not been anticipated.

 Flies were a bit of a pesky problem, but we had two or three strapping young fellows who loved to wield the swatter. Then we had a visit from a neighbor’s cat. Fortunately, it was daunted by all the smiling faces and the ‘cat’ calls and laughter and ran away.

 Then, we had a visit from a very large, very lost bumble bee. This was a roly-poly type, no doubt just back from the pollen-laden fields behind the school. It made slow loopy circles above the children’s heads as they ducked, shrieked and whimpered.

 Without thinking what the repercussions might be, I said, “HUSH! Let’s just tell him how to get out.” They looked at me as though I had grown horns, or at least a beard and mustache.

 “Here’s the thing,” I said. “We have to be serious about this. This bee is not here to hurt anyone. It probably smelled the sweet treats in your lunch boxes. So what we all have to do is tell the bee how to get out. But NOT by talking. The bee is very sensitive. All we have to do is think and point. At that I motioned to “lock my lips” indicating no more talking. I pointed at the bee, and then made a sweeping gesture to the open window.

 Fourteen pairs of eyes watched me, and then with the simple belief in natural magic, they followed my lead. There, in the silence of that September afternoon, these wonderful children silently pointed to the bee that ten seconds earlier was close to causing mass panic. We repeated the point and sweep in unison, and the second time we did it the bee interrupted its circular flight pattern and went straight-line out the open window.

 We sat in silence. No one dared break the spell. It seemed to me that they even tried to breathe slower and more quietly, savoring their amazement at what they had just done. Faith, understanding, direction. Bees need it sometimes. Don’t we all?

  Live, Love, Laugh and Be Happy

~ Gail Elizabeth

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Thank you so much, Gail, for this beautiful story.  I love it; and have read it several times!  Each time I realize another dimension of the lesson that you and “those wonderful children” learned that day in “the simple belief in natural magic”!  Please come back and visit us again, soon.

Much Love and Many Blessings

~ Linda

Thanx for stopping by,  See you next time.


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