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Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 14:48:31 -0800
Mime-Version: 1.0 My uncle was a beekeeper in Alberta. It was important to tell the bees everything of significance that happened in the family.The bees would always return to the hive (would not swarm), and provided a spiritual presence, a link to heaven and the family. The bees never stung him, although he did take appropriate precautions. It was the best honey I ever tasted. I still get tears in my eyes when I think of it. He died in 1977. His children thought this "bee talking" business pure nonsense, and after he died they no longer spoke to the bees. Ironically, when they were in California on holiday, one of them died of a bee sting. I was told it was a honey bee,but many people really don't know the difference. "May we find each other in the silence between the words." Antoinette Botsford, Ph.D. Storybird Productions P.O. Box 1173 173 Prune Alley Eastsound, WA 98245 360/376-4285 storybird@rockisland.com http://www.rockisland.com/~storybird ------------------------------- To Unsubscribe from Healingstory send the message: unsubscribe healingstory to: listserv@maelstrom.stjohns.edu ------------------------------- | ||