BUMBLE BEES

I was sitting in the sun on my patio yesterday afternoon watching four bees going about their busines on a lavender bush just a few feet from me. Although Im allergic to their sting I am confident enough of their passivity to actually enter my shed which they live beneath. But whilst watching these bees passionately going about their business collecting pollen I wonderd if they ever thought about what they do or if they simply go through the motions like robots because its what they were born to do. From the moment they awake to the moment they fall asleep they just work, work , work. It looks like a good life at first, but thinking about it, all they do is work and then die. The work is relentless, seven days a week and they take no holidays. The queen makes them, they do her bidding, then they expire. It made me wonder if actually we are all in a similar machine. I know when I worked for an agency and they placed me in a book warehouse all I could think about was Chaplins film. Where people only exist to feed the machine. It drove me mad and I left after two weeks, but I just wonder if there is a similar machine, or a celestial queen bee, for whom we are the slaves. Looking at the bees though, they just seemed content to do what they knew their destiny was. If only 'content' was a part of my vocabulary. Last night I was awoken by the sound of my wife screaming at the top of her lungs and calling my name! I thought there must have been a burglar in the room carrying a meat cleaver or something, but there was nobody. And she went back to sleep, as did I. Later I found myself wondering about jobs and, whilst in this semi meditational state, I thought about the email situation and what else could I do to let a person know that I was really interested in a particular field............when suddenly it entered my head............phone him! so obvious really, but im not a great lover of telephones and previously I only got answerphones. But, ignoring the churning stomach I phoned the number. A nice sounding lady called Carol replied, explained the busy ness of the man and promised to pass my message onto him and he would almost certainly reply to me this afternoon. So it was the right thing to do. I had wrong advice. I have my fingers crossed. I will let you know. I am just wondering if my wife screaming (which she says she cant remember, by the way) was anything to do with the whole phoning thing. Maybe it was one of my guides, unable to get through to me because of the barriers I have probably put up, shouting at me via her and therefore...........well, anyway, who knows. I feel better for having done it. I know nobody is reading this as I have taken all email addy's off the list for now, as I just wanted to talk to myself. If therefore, you have found this blog accidentally, dont worry. Its just me thats all. Remember, give Love without expectation of reward and you will be rewarded.