Treasure Hunt (Bedtime Story)

Strolling along the Honey River we stumble upon a treasure hunt as we uncover forest finds and turn them into a new adventures! When life gives us wood, rope, and a tire, we build a swing that sends us soaring into the warm waters below. From unexpected finds to unforgettable dives, it’s a day of making something new out of something old and creating memories that’ll keep us smiling! - Love, Mrs. Honeybee

Featuring: Mr. Honeybee, Melodybee, Roger Robot, and Harold

Transcript

Bedtime with Mrs. Honeybee. Today, In the Honeybee neighborhood, We'll be going treasure hunting. Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Get cozy and listen to the sound of my voice. Mrs. Honeybee will be your guide. Let's begin. You are here, Walking the back way to our house, Cutting through the forest. You're not going the way Harold showed you, Though. Today, You're making your own way, Twisting and turning through the trees, Knowing only the general direction you need to go in, And trusting that you'll get to where you're meant to go. As the sun shines down on you through the trees, Take a slow, Deep breath in through your nose, Feel the coolness of the air coming in through your nose and the warmth of the sunshine on your skin. Then, Slowly, Breathe all the way out through your mouth and continue along your own path, Crunching leaves under your footsteps. Before you know it, You arrive at our backyard fence. Harold knows you're close and barks his hellos from the other side of the gate. When he hears your footsteps approaching, He tries digging under the fence to get to you. Instead, You open the gate and let him leap up into your arms for a big hug. He covers your face with puffy sniffs and kisses. He wants to hear all about your walk through the forest and what you've been up to. No matter how long you're away, He misses you terribly when you're gone. Melody Bee sees that Harold has disappeared and buzzes immediately to the back gate, Thinking he got out. Harold! Little Honey Bee, You have him! Mrs. Honey Bee, Mr. Honey Bee, Guess who's here? Is it my little Honey Bee? It is! Hello, My little Honey Bee. Today, We're going to go back the way you came. Oh, Yes we will! We've packed up all the snacks we'll need for an afternoon hike through the forest. I love walking new trails because you never know what you'll find. True! Remember when we found a lemur? Oh, Yeah, That lemur came by recently again. I forgot to tell you. We swung on the hammocks for a while. He was so sweet. Aww, That sounds lovely. Maybe we'll find a platypus today. You know they. . . Have venom like a snake and lay eggs, Even though they're classified as mammals? Exactly! It's good to know you're all listening. We head out on our hike, Traveling back along the new way you came. We follow your footprints, Just like we would mysterious pawprints we find in the forest, And we keep an eye out for anything interesting or out of place. Those could be adventure cues and clues just waiting to be found. Take another slow, Deep breath in through your nose. Feel the sensation of your heart beating once, Twice, Three times filled with joy. Then, Slowly, Breathe all the way out through your mouth. Harold stops to sniff the air, Then abruptly changes directions. We follow him without hesitation, Knowing his snout always leads to great things. We weave through the old trees that grow alongside the new ones, Jumping over muddy puddles that form on the forest floor. It looks like Harold found one of his favorite things, Fetching sticks. He leans down to pick them up, But is struggling. Here, Let us help you, Boy. That's what these thumbs of ours are for. Mr. Honeybee bends down to pick up three small tree branches that must have broken off a nearby tree. They are the perfect size for us to use as walking sticks. As you grab yours in your hand, You look around to see if you can find a small one for Harold. He loves adding to his collection of fetching sticks. Beside you, There's a little bundle of sticks already tied up with a little piece of rope. You pick it up, And immediately, Harold knows those are his new fetching sticks. Unwrap the sticks from the rope and throw one for Harold. He scurries off into the woods after his new-to-him toy. While he's fetching, You notice that just up ahead, There's more rope, And even more rope. Together, We pick on one end of it, But don't immediately see where the other side is, Or where it ends. Oh, Our first forgotten forest treasure of the day! For many reasons, People enjoy the forest, But leave behind a bunch of stuff for people like us to eventually find and make into new things. Doing this, We clean up the forest so it feels nice and tidy, And we get to go on brand new adventures that we wouldn't usually go on. As we pull the rope up, We can see that it's been buried under leaves that have fallen to the ground. This must have been here for a while. We follow it for a few steps until we finally get to the other end, Just as Harold comes back with his stick. At once, He drops his new fetching stick to play tug-of-war with his even newer rope toy. You and Harold pull one side, Me and Mr. Honeybee pull the other, And Melody Bee flutters above, Refusing to pick sides, Helping whichever side needs it. With one big yank, You and Harold win the game. Harold runs off with the side of the rope and leads us to another forest find. What did you find now, Boy? Mr. Honeybee reaches down to find two pieces of wood and a tire. I know exactly what we can do with these. Build a boat? We can boat down the Honey River in a forest treasure boat. Maybe. Actually, Yeah, The river is a good idea. If the river is a good idea, We'll need a boat idea too. Not necessarily. Oh, Mr. Honeybee has an idea. I can tell by that look. What are you thinking up, My dear? You know how much I love swings. Oh, Yes. You love building swings just as much as swinging on them. Exactly. We're going to build a swing. Not just any swing, A rope swing with an optional tire that launches us into the Honey River. With our forest found materials in hand, We make our way through the forest to the banks of the Honey River. This majestic, Endless river flows down from the mountains and twists and turns through the entire Honeybee neighborhood. It's one thing that connects us all. So what feels like worlds and worlds of people is really just one big loving world. This river is so special that it makes regular old summer days into ones that we remember forever. When we get to the sandy banks of the river, We take off our shoes and dip our toes in the water. Since the sun above pours sunshine into the river, The water is surprisingly warm. We go up to our ankles to enjoy it before we build our rope swing. With your feet in the water, Surrounded by nature, Sunshine, Singing birds, And fresh air, Take a slow, Deep breath in through your nose. Feel your chest and your spirits lift on this wonderful day. Then, Slowly, Breathe all the way out through your mouth. We get to work on our swing using whatever we can find around us to help build it. Mr. Honeybee shows us how to find the right tree to hang it from, One that is on a high enough bend in the river so we can swing off it. We walk along the river to see where it's deep enough, Then look for a tree around there. After we find the perfect spot, You and Melody Bee climb up the tree to catch the ropes we throw. It takes a couple tries, But together, You and Melody Bee tie the strongest knot you can around the sturdiest tree branch. From down on the ground, Mr. Honeybee and I pull on it with all our might to make sure it's strong enough. Mr. Honeybee tests it out with a little swing back and forth. The tree branch creaks, But it holds up just fine. He tries swinging a little higher, Then higher, Just holding on to the rope itself. When he's convinced it's safe, It's time for us to make us seats from a tire and a piece of wood. We can stand on the swing or spin on it, Too. Better yet, Anyone who finds this forest treasure built from recycled forest treasure can stand or spin or swing into the river, Too. Just think of how many memories this swing will be a part of. Once the base of the swing is finished, Mr. Honeybee tests it out one more time before you jump up to be the first rope swinger. Are you ready? Hold on tight, My little Honeybee. Holding on to the rope with both hands, You stand up on the tire to be spun in winding and unwinding circles. Then you switch to the wood base and stand ready to be pushed high into the sky. On the count of three, Two, One, We push you on the rope swing out over the river. You let go just when you need to and fling through the air and into the rushing honey river. Harold and Melody Bee dash after you to see how it was and help you out of the water. Your cheeks are a little sore from smiling so big. One by one, We each try it and eventually see who can swing the furthest out. On your next go, You hold Harold in your arms and together you swing into the river. He shows you how well he dog paddles all the way back to the bank before shaking his fur off. Little sprinkles of water splash against your legs and you chase Harold around back into the river to play. The sun is high overhead, Shining down on us and our surprise adventure within an adventure. Luckily, We packed enough snacks and towels just in case we ended up staying out for longer than expected. You use one of the towels to do Harold's favorite thing, Towel drying his fur. He growls and barks happily under the towel being dried from snout to tail. It's his most favorite part of any river day. After Harold's all dried off, You dry yourself off with a big, Soft towel then lay it out on the ground to lay in the sunshine. Take another slow, Deep breath in through your nose. Feel the warmth of the sun shining down on your skin. Then slowly breathe out through your mouth and let yourself sink into this joyful moment. Surrounded by your best friends, Enjoying a beautiful day at the Honey River. Always remember, Mrs. Honeybee believes in you. You are special and you are loved. I can't wait to see you again.

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This was a lovely story, It helped me fall asleep, soooooooo good!!! Thank you soooo much for sharing this story/meditaion!!!! 😍😘🥰😊😌😁😙😚