Let's Talk Honey

Hey, muppet, how you doin? It's hard. All this fear that I'm not doing my best and that everybody else feels hell-bent on doing their worst to thwart my needs as wants right now. Let's build a new-old story together, my lovely honey-bee. A story of honeyed health and bees who worship in nutritionally bountiful hives homes and families midst a cornucopia of tribes regenerating recreating deep-hive meaning co-gravitating wealth co-arising love's purpose becoming honeyed health. Might this story begin with an angry and fear-filled bee, feeling alien from her egocentric and too-crowded competing and calculating and sometimes rabidly critical climate beehive of a not-so-peaceful home-body? Yes, very good. I believe this story starts as Time unfolds humming songs sounding and smelling healthy honey development, yet also, another not-so-sweet angry swarming dissonant noise upon climatic disruption-fear of losing honeyed treasure when God reaches in to threaten death and decay to all our busy bees. Angry Bee hums climatic prophecies like the boy who called "Wolf!" but all day and night fearful Angry stressing her chronically addictive need for reassurance that death emerges no more and yet no less dynamic than embryonic birthing memories of hive wombed promise and healthy progress developing richly honeyed time. Angry Bee needs a more cooperative nappy dreaming elated non-segregated honey-strings spinning neutral-acidic bifolding fractal revolutions of honeyed fairies co-arising home health Time. Meanwhile, Angry Bee's family and cousins and Earth and all Her many Tribes, slumber cooperative economies of divinely bilateral honey-incubators growing double-fractal octave-resonant co-buzzing systems Revolvingf landscape structures of dynamic bee-coming pleasure paradigms Co-arising Earth's co-invested consciousness of light/dark fertile honey Time, preparing once again to find tomorrow's sweet together, less angrifying fear of living and dying alone. In her dream Angry Bee learns to see Safe Hands reach back and into ego buzzing body's Anger and Fear trauma memory, breathing a co-passioned pause, palms up and out rather than struggling down and in Others' personal hives and habitats, while kind honey-bearing Hands reach out and forward rubbing Others' shoulders with healthy life as sweet co-redemptive wealth. Is that how our story ends, muppet? Well, maybe, at least on Sesame Street it does. Can you show me Safe Hands? Good job. Now, can we show each other some Kind Hands? A little higher, please. Could you do my neck too? How about my feet? Could you spread some honey on my feet? All in sweetly ripe BiPartisan Time. Patience is a virtue and Curiosity is a full-hive addiction. So is cooperatively owned and managed healthcare honey.