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"Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita," I find myself still asking some of the same questions I did when I was just a punk kid. The Big Things confuse me. Fortunately, though, many little things delight and amuse me, and some Big Things--my wife, our kids, our bird and bunny visitors, food, baseball--make me very, very happy. In my pilgrimage, I try to be guided by the wisdom of dear old Auntie Mame: "Life is a banquet!"

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SEPTEMBER 7, 2009 1:55PM

One-Winged Bees and the Perils of the Familiar

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As I was weeding in the garden the other day, a bumblebee that was moving awkwardly caught my eye. The bee was crawling along the stem of a plant, but in a jerky, uncoordinated sort of way. As I watched, it fell from the stem to a lower one; its inability to maintain purchase on the higher stem startled me. When was the last time you saw a bee fall? 

It seemed clear that there was something wrong with the bee since it showed equal difficulty maneuvering on its new perch. As I peered more closely, I realized the problem—the bee was missing its right wing.  

Perhaps its struggles on the plant were the result of efforts to launch itself, doomed to failure by the missing wing. Or perhaps the poor creature was in the throes of some kind of bee agony, throbbing in pain and restless to find some movement or position that would make that pain go away. 

I think the first explanation is the more logical one, though. First, the bee probably wanted to fly to its hive, its home. That’s what we all do when we are hurting, right? Whether we scrape our knee as a child or are abused by a boss at work, we think of home and family, of the comfort we hope to find among those who love us. Or perhaps we simply want to snuggle into our nest and nurse our wounds. Either way, home is the haven, the refuge. Bees being social animals, like humans, might well find a similar solace in their fellows. 

Secondly, I think the bee wanted to fly because flight is a well-known action. How many times, when we face obstacles or experience hurts, do we resort to accustomed behaviors, comforted by the familiarity of the action. We do this even if that customary response is not the most appropriate—falling into habit because the familiar is reassuring. Perhaps that struggling bee was simply trying to fly out of an instinctive feeling that if he could do so, everything would be okay.

In the same way, we fall into familiar patterns not so much in the hope that those patterns will resolve a problem, but out of an unconscious wish to restore normalcy—to replace whatever vexes or perplexes us with the familiar, which we find easier to accept and understand. 

Sometimes that strategy might work. Following the familiar path, we can recharge our batteries, regroup and be better prepared to tackle the problem head on. Often, though, this approach simply means we are ignoring the true dimensions of our current situation and turn our faces from whatever is actually at play. In our desperate grasp for normalcy, what we achieve is to escape our real problem—which simply leaves it to linger, perhaps to fester.  

In the end, such a response is as doomed to failure as the dream of a one-winged bee to fly. We simply bounce around, falling from one situation to another, awkwardly trying to escape a new situation by calling on old tricks, unable to get off the ground.  

 

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I identified with the bee in this, perhaps a little too much. Note to self: find new strategies.
Excellent parable with a valuable moral.
Owl: Just take care of your wings.

Carolina: Thanks!
This was both a sweet and moving meditation. It reminded me of something I noticed a few months ago while I was studying the purple clover blossoms fringing our patio. There was a bumblebee making his rounds from blossom to blossom, and each time he alighted on a flower, the stem sank nearly to the ground. It was like a trapeze act, so graceful and seemingly dangerous at the same time. We can learn so much from studying nature, and I’m grateful for your attentive gaze.

—Melissa
Grandma Melissa: Thank you for your kind words and your own careful attention to bees working without a net.
Have you secretly been watching my life? Wow... this piece is profound and at the same time quite scary.
a wonderful parallel and and as carolinablue says parable.
I haven't been over here lately, and the title caught my eye. You constantly amaze me with your gentle, contemplative, and appreciative spirit.
It's never too late to discover an amazing post! I love this philosopy. I don't know why but this, "such a response is as doomed to failure as the dream of a one-winged bee to fly" made me weep. "The dream of a one-winged bee to fly." Wow!