About a month ago, the last time I was with my family, I had this dream. It was such a little dream. But now I know it to be a big dream, at least for me. I have sat with it every day since it appeared, and it speaks to me more and more each day. “The Incredible Lightness of Being”
I see a huge, round bumblebee, hovering in the air in front of me. It is buzzing as it hovers. It’s translucent wings are a blur of motion. There is no setting except for the air rushing around the moving wings. It’s just the bee I see, as if nothing else exists. Just the bee. I feel amazed, entranced, enthralled by the glory of it. It just is, as if that is enough. Like the incredible lightness of be(e)ing. And as I have been rereading Gurdjieff this past week, I have discovered that he visited with the Sarmon Brotherhood in Central Asia, a group who was symbolized by the bee, as those who collect the precious wisdom of traditional wisdom. I am also reminded of the bee as the symbol for Christ Consciousness, perhaps a fitting symbol for this weekend.