The Bee that Bumbles

 

This week we danced. The music continues to be the way that I have come through this month of love. 

 

What better way to feel the groove than to let the bee bumble along with me. 

 

It reminds me of when I first heard this song when I sat on a mountain for a concert for the band that sings it. 

 

Bedbugs and Ballyhoo from Echo and the Bunnymen still bring a smile to my face. 

 

Piano chords with a fantastic rhythm pop me to my feet like I am much younger. 

 

Here’s how it happened for me, as incredible as it feels today. 

 

The mountain concert space made it so everyone could see the stage. You could also hear the music across every inch of the meadow. 

 

I also began to find that the louder the music the calmer my soul began to feel. 

 

How perfect is that? 

 

When the piano began to play all those years ago my feet found a two-step. 

The bees bumble and what else?

 The bees bumble and what else came from this song? 

 

Chords in the left hand flowed into single hits with both hands and then I found these truths. 

 

I found that storms rumbled over the mountains I love. 

 

Storms alongside crashing notes may have felt chaotic to the person next to me. 

 

Yet the storms seem to give me simple warning with thunder rumbling from a distance. 

 

Let’s breathe with that for a moment. 

Have you felt a storm coming before you see it on your horizon? 

 

Can you feel the electric pulse even now as you read the words? 

 

Pause to remember with me and let’s see if it comes to you. 

Even the bees that bumble pause.

I also seem to remember that even the bees that bumble pause when the storms open up. 

 

How incredible that is to me. 

 

Storms bring calm eventually when the rumbling has passed. 

 

Clouds brought those storms with thunder that rumbled that felt like I was dancing into heaven. 

 

Life seems to be that way as well. 

 

First is the storm, then comes the downpour and finally there is a clean path and calm.

 

Here is one more part of life that has one thing that leads to another. 

 

Get ready for a bit more fun, my friends. 

 

The bee that bumbles has been in my life for decades. 

Dancing has always been a part of it. 

 

Go back to the electric pulse you may have felt while waiting for a storm. 

 

Do you remember this time for you? 

 

Write down three things that come to you.

 

What do you have in place today, or can start again this week?

 

There is one thing to think about now. 

 

This pulse still pulls at me. Waiting for a storm that gives a bee time to pause is the most incredible part of life. 

 

What is your pulse in life? Does it include fun? 

 

Go up any mountain to create it. I’ll climb it with you.

I am here to keep the bee that bumbles in my realm forever, my friends.