Then he said to them, “Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.” Luke 12:15
Honey bees are really into housekeeping. I, on the other hand, am not. Honey bees are dutiful in cleaning, polishing cell walls and removing clutter from their hive. By comparison, I have that odious pile of mail that gathers dust in the corner, a closet full of clothes that no longer fit me, and gadgets (et al) I will no longer use but can’t seem to part with. Clutter, is everywhere.
Bees are very good at removing “clutter” unless it’s something they REALLY love, like nectar. Bees can overstock their hive creating a situation known as “honey bound”. It means they have stored away nectar/honey in every available cell and the Queen no longer has room to lay eggs. When honey bees overwinter, it can also spell doom for their colony.
Look closely at the photo above, can you see two brown butts sticking up in the air? During the cold of winter, bees can enter cells in a similar fashion and shiver. This shivering heats the cells around them and provides for the survival of her sisters.
Although my overstuffed closet is an embarrassment of riches, it is my cluttered brain that is the bigger problem. There are days I rise from bed complaining of poor sleep; my coffemaker leaks all over the countertop and I’m cursing for it’s demise; the copier is out of paper and I’m late for my meeting. Sound familiar? By the time the clock strikes 9am, my thoughts are so cluttered with negativity I don’t have room for a positive one! And don’t try to tell me to look on the bright side, I’m in no mood. Can you feel me? Have you been there?
Remember the old adage “You are what you eat?” Too many times I find myself chewing the proverbial cud; filling my mind with all I think is bad about my day, my life, regurgitating the hurt, the upset, my inadequacies – chomp chomp chomp. Can you believe that in such a cluttered, and endless loop, I have no hope to squeeze in joy, peace, gratitude? Do you find yourself in that situation too?
So, for 2017, I choose to un-clutter those dark recesses of my thoughts where I hoard my pain; where I keep track of broken promises and unkind words. Let’s haul grudges to the curb, and sweep past sorrows into the garbage bin. And as for that closet of clothes? Mine will go to Hosanna Home, to help a “sister” achieve her sweeter tomorrow.
Too bad I can’t get rid of my holiday weight so easily.
Bee organized – clean your hive!