Diary 165

Diary 165

Sunday, August 30th

I got stung by a bee today, on my cheek.  I was placing a feeder in the hive when one of the bees decided I was encroaching on its territory and gave up its life to sting me and warn me off.

It reminded me of how, when I’m coaching, I sometimes try to provide all sorts of benevolent hints and ideas only to be rejected. The bee was just acting on what it was programmed to do, something provided in its deep nature. I was attempting to be helpful, placing a feeder that would bolster a weak colony through the winter.

I’m like that bee, though.  I sometimes reject helpful notions because of my old and unexamined ways of being. And the flip side is also true — when I’m the counselor I have to remember to accept a few stings, not take it personally, and do what’s necessary.