Bee as Phoenix

Earlier this week as I went to clean out my woodstove, I found a rather dusty and thirsty bumble bee there. It had probably taken shelter under the chimney during some of the heavy rain we’ve been having. So I grabbed some honey and water and that bee, crawling, literally made a beeline for it - so acute were his senses. Once he’d finished I opened the van door and he flew outside, turning to do a little bee dance of thanks for me before flying on his way - how cute!

This is the second time this has happened … last time was 7 years ago in my old cottage.

Bee is significant in my Sacred Medicine Wheel work as initiators of Pilgrimage.

And when two events mirror themselves like this it reflects the completion of a cycle - I’ve known this to be hours, days, weeks, months and years often weaving another layer when a third instance pops up … and on we go.

However dusty, this bee was phoenix symbolism in miniature. 

Swallows heralding warmer times are returning and I’ve been watching the foxgloves open - the magenta ones first followed by the paler pink ones and then the white.

Deep heart medicine and potential poison.

And I’m reminded of a monk who asked me to collect seeds of the white foxgloves only. I sowed some here too and now seeing these palest of pinks, as well as the white I understand in a new way the process of purification, how we need a little of the poison for an almost homeopathic alchemy of the heart returning to zero-point.

In my Sacred Medicine Wheel offering, Cauldron Intensive Pilgrimage,

the Bee leaves the Heart of the Rose to set out on a Pilgrimage through the seven gateways before returning back to the centre of her origins, crossing the Threshold into a Phoenix experience.

This work has now evolved into the first level of the Apprenticeship to the Dreaming Earth. 

And it feels timely that the Bee returned with the unfolding flowering of the white Foxgloves - after seven years.

What a beautiful message

with much Love
from my Heart to yours

Tania Aurora White Crow

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