WWTN #8 -- Animal Humor Rules!

Wolf Wisdom Transformational News:
Being and Acting; A Balance

I've just been alerted by these bee-ings, Bee and Antelope. Here's the buzz:

I've known for years that Bee and Wasp are totems of mine.
Seeing them affects me physically, gives me shivers.
I used to wonder—why this strong reaction each time, when I hadn't yet been stung?

Now I realize: It is my sense of being reacting.

My sense of Bee-ing

I will make puns until honey drips from my fingers on to the keyboard. Bee, Bee, BE.

Since I was a small child, I've had a feeling of being sort of other-worldly; magical, wraith-like, not of this earth. My name, Jennifer, comes from the Welsh name Guinevere—one translation of this is "white phantom." I was always aware of being energy—so much so, that I did not feel at home in my body. Being in a body meant pain, discomfort. Not the grounded-ness that is meant for us by being at home in our earthly form. I am still working on feeling that! But at least I am aware of it!

Since childhood I would see a bee and have this literal BZZZZZ throughout my physical being. I always chalked this up to the knowledge instilled in us at an early age: Bee careful; in fact bee fearful —these creatures have stingers, they sting, it hurts! Physical pain! This was so ingrained in me that I couldn't BEAR the thought of getting stung, although it had never yet happened! I pre-embodied the pain before ever knowing what it felt like.

Then, one summer morning when I was 10 years old, as my mom dropped me off at day camp, I hugged her goodbye. My hand touched her purse and brushed against a Yellow Jacket wasp that had landed there. For the first and only time in my life, I was stung. The pain permeated me so badly I screamed, cried, begged to go home. Forget it. No way was I about to have fun at camp that day! Somehow, between my mom and the counselors, they calmed me down, got me some ice for the swelling, and persuaded me to stay. Well, the pain didn't go away altogether, but it did become more tolerable. I learned that having a physical body can sometimes be uncomfortable, but that discomfort eventually gives way to healing, to being able to use the body in order to have fun again—hence my hike through the forest trail with the other campers that day was lovely as usual!

Which brings me loping to the second totem of the day. Yes, the bee teaches us how to BE. To be at one with our soul's path and work. Wake. Go to our flower. Gather the nectar. Pollinate. Sleep. But sometimes, when the flower has fully bloomed, when the time is right and ripe, you must be a bit more robust, allow yourself to feel the sting, get shaken up, and ACT.

This is where Antelope lopes in and plANTs itself among the flowers. And how did the flowers get plANTed in the first place? Through the ACTION of planting. And who plANTs? You, the gardener. BEE-ing, sowing, growing. Knowing. When to take action, what action to take. According to Wicca Manifestor Lin Oberlin ( www.linsdomain.com) a person with Antelope for a totem is "intrinsically psychic. Often it is in the form of clear-smelling – fragrances and odors will awaken this power." Perhaps this is why Antelope has chosen to BEE planted here among the fragrant flowers in this garden of bee-ing. "Listen to Antelope, but more importantly, act. You will overcome any obstacle in your path."

I leave you with this thought from our dear friend and relation, "Aunty Lope":

This is why, in so many cases, after months and months of painful and meticulous planning and hemming and hawing, so many couples are spurred by Antelope past waiting for their wedding,
And-ELOPE.