So...it was a good weekend. One thing that happened is a great example of Karma. Well, it was two things that happened. Saturday afternoon and evening we had some guests over. One of the guests was a one year old little man. Earlier in the day, one of our cats had been playing with some sort of insect in the house. This is not an uncommon event so we didn't pay attention to what type of bug. Cats are great for keeping bugs from attacking their humans and we are truly grateful for that. Cats, of course, are known for helping with mice...well, they help with anything that moves that does not belong.
So, later in the day, that little man was playing on the floor in the living room. Unbeknownst to us, the bee was in the area half-dead on the floor. Little man sees the bee and picks it up and BOOM...the bee bites the little man. Oh boy. He did very well I have to say. He cried for about two minutes and then let it go and was smiling in five or so minutes. Have you ever been bitten by a bee? This was a tough little kid.
Anyway, I was feeling bad, like it was my fault. I should have known the cat was playing with a bee. I should have known it was still alive. I should have known it wasn't dead. Etc...but that way of thinking is truly silly, yes?
Well, the next day, today, I decide to go for a mountain bike ride. Pretty normal thing to do on a beautiful weekend afternoon. I get ready, grab my gloves and put them on. Well, there was a bee in the right glove and it bit me right where the thumb and forefinger meet. I was jumping all around the front yard, trying to get the glove off after I realized what was going on. In my mind, the first second, I'm like "Why does my hand feel like it's on fire?" To be honest, I didn't even see the bee. I didn't have to. It got me good as it had plenty of time to fully unload on me.
Let me tell you, that little kid is tough. That thing hurt for the whole bike ride and for a total of about three hours. It was hard to hold the right side of the handlebars. Moral? Was it Karma or just a coincidence? It did take away my guilt...so there's that...
This was the second time this year I got bit. I tend to go without shoes as much as possible in the summer. Early this past summer, I was walking across the lawn and stepped on a bee. BAM! The pain from that one didn't last as long as the one from today. Two years ago I got stung three times at once. I found out the hard way that there was a nest in a boxwood shrub in my front yard...I was trimming it and found a nest with the trimmer. I'm lucky I didn't get bit more than three times.
I used one of those long spraying insecticides for such a situation and destroyed whatever was living in that nest. I also almost completely destroyed the boxwood. That stuff is bad...pesticides. It killed about one third of the boxwood and I almost decided to remove the boxwood and give it a decent burial. It was dying slowly, mostly from the roots out. I decided to let it live and see what I could do to bring it back. I planted a rose bush in front of it and let nature take its course. The shrub finally stopped dying and started to grow again. This year, two years later I was able to tie it together and make it look normal.
I'm not sure if there is a moral there. Well, the moral I guess is use those pesticides wisely...use them only if you have to. Do we have to? I never will again. But all karmic disturbances aside, it was a good weekend. They're all good. It's good to be alive, good to be alive to get bit by a bee, to have feelings, to go for bike rides, spend time with friends and family, feel the sun on our faces or the rain on our skin etc...all the things we sometimes take for granted. Life!
Your homework: go outside and get bit by bee. It will prove you are alive. (Do not take part in this exercise if you are allergic to bees). In fact, don't actually do this at all...just trying to make a point...
Peace and until next time: Gå og leve livet!