The Sweetness of Honey... the Sting of a Bee

9 Days ago, just before the beginning of 3 Days of White Tantric at Winter Solstice, a honeybee stung me on my right index finger. The finger of knowledge. Truth does sometimes have a certain sting to it. This morning, more than a week later, that index finger began to itch like crazy for several minutes. It never itched before. Then the spot where I was stung swelled up again out of the blue, and it looks as if there is a stinger lodged beneath the surface of my skin that has come up. It is very strange.

I've been reading a book on The Gong, and the importance of the 'unstruck' sound, or Anahat, which is part of the healing of the Gong. The healing is in the sound and the silence between sounds. I have no idea why this bee sting chose to remanifest itself now. I only see in my mind's eye the image of Michaelangelo's painting of the finger outstretched to touch a human hand. I think of how the Hindu goddess Kali has been visualized as being the mother of a thousand black bees humming in her long black hair...I think of my names...Of Heather, my given name, the name of a flower...of Amrita, my Sikh name, the name of the divine nectar, of the sweetness of Truth...Of my last name legally~ Beebe: the Anglicized version of what was once deBoebe 100 years ago...this name means beekeeper.

I think of a book of poetry by the Greek poets, including Sappho, called "The Sweetness of Honey and the Sting of Bees".

I only have these free-associations to go on. At 94 Days of Laya Yoga, I have no idea, no clear intuition of why this bee sting is remanifesting. None. I am at a loss for words now. I surrender~