I have a dream that all living beings will one day live on a planet where they will not be judged by their species but by the content of their innate being.
Those of you who have read my past blogs know that my garden experiences always lead me to communicate with nature, particularly wasps. I have been stung and shouted at by the fiercest of drones. They have made me listen. From our communications, I have gained not only understanding but respect.
It had been a while since I ventured into the garden to do some needed maintenance. I always make it a habit to ask for permission when I step into a floral or foliage area.
Just as I entered the garden, a bug ran into my head and said, “My apologies, you turned unexpectedly.”
I replied, “No need to apologize. No harm done.”
Now, you may be wondering how a bug speaks English. I don’t have all the answers, but I suspect that some loving spirit is helping us to communicate with each other. However, I don’t think communications have to come with words. I think telepathy gets easier the more you trust.
In one of my past blogs, I spoke about how I learned what happens when you explore dark crevices in your garden. You sometimes get stung.
Yesterday, I started pulling some weeds out of my garden, and a wasp started dive-bombing me. As he buzzed past my ear, I said, “Why can’t you just see that I’m not going to disturb your home? I just want to pull weeds.”
I started to look around for the wasps’ home. It was last fall that I demolished a big hive that grew under a wooden stump in my garden. As I pondered, I could hear the wasp start to rally up the troops. I spoke to the leader, “We have to establish some boundaries here. I’m just trying to maintain my home.”
I recently attended my 40th-grade school reunion. It was a 3-day extravaganza. One of the activities took place at Arlington Race Track. I hadn’t been there since they replaced most tellers with automatic betting machines. I’m not much of a gambler and it was an unpleasantly hot day, but despite this, I decided to meet-up with my old school buddies. I’m so glad I did because it was fun to see everyone.
I know that a lot of people are against the racetrack for many reasons and hopefully, I will not offend the animal anti-cruelty or addiction support groups with this post. I admit that participating caused a bit of conflict within myself. On one shoulder my conscience was having fun, and on the other shoulder, my conscience thought about the horses.
Race Number 7
After several races, my friend Kevin convinced me to visit the horses while they got ready for the race, so we ventured down to the staging area. It was Race 7 and because I am a Leo, the horse named Roar of the Lion resonated with me.