Once upon a time there was a lovely little worker bee.
His wings were expansive and he fluttered in the sunshine.
This little worker bee flitted from flower to flower,
Collecting nectar and taking it back to the Queen.
The Queen being regal and royal,
And calm and elegant,
Noticed that this little bee was on the go all the time.
He would get up very early in the morning and he would fly all day,
Collecting nectar and bringing it back to the hive.
One day the Queen spoke to the little worker bee and said,
My child,
Why do you not stop?
And the little worker bee said,
Don't stop me now,
I'm having such a good time,
I'm having a ball,
Don't stop me now,
I just don't want to fall.
And the Queen,
Loving the enthusiasm,
Said,
But you're looking tired,
And surely you must be running out of steam.
And the little worker bee said,
No,
Not me,
Not me,
And he flew around and around and around.
And off he went.
The Queen sighed and smiled,
Knowing that there was nothing that she could do.
The little worker bee came to the queen's room and the little worker bee continued to flit in and out,
Picking and collecting nectar and having such a good time and having a ball.
But eventually he did fall.
His energy ran out.
And he couldn't get back to the hive and he didn't know what to do.
He thought back to what the Queen had said,
About having a rest.
And so the work bee stopped.
And instead of allowing himself to think that he had failed and that he had to keep going,
He just breathed,
He just breathed,
Calmly and deeply,
Just breathed,
Allowed all of that energy to come back to him.
Through breathing in,
He collected up the energy like he collected up the nectar.
And when he breathed out,
He grounded it inside of himself,
Just like the roots of the flower is grounded in the earth so that it can produce the nectar for the bee to collect.
The bee soon forgot what he was thinking.
He forgot that he was tired.
He forgot the negative thoughts that were coming into his mind.
All that he could do was breathe.
And this replenished him.
He felt calm and relaxed.
And all of the energy had come back.
He wasn't flitting around and distributing it everywhere anymore.
It all resided inside of him.
And once he had regrouped,
He was able to fly once again.
And no longer did he feel like he had failed.
No longer did he see his fall as anything other than the lesson to just sometimes stop,
To come back to himself and to breathe.
He collected the next bit of nectar and took it back to the hive and went to the queen.
And as he got into the queen,
He looked up at her and said,
I've had such a good time and I'm having a ball.
Having this energy inside of myself,
I'm having a ball.
And he said,
I'm having a ball.
Having this energy inside of myself means that there is enough for me as well as for all.
The queen smiled and patted him on the head and said,
Thank you,
My child.
Now please go to bed.
Good night.
Sweet dreams.
May they be filled with meadows and flowers and sunshine.
And in the morning,
Maybe a little honey on toast.
And don't forget to say,
Thanks,
Bee,
For feeding me.
