The Vibrant Channeled Creator

Sitting in the front row

Hi everyone,
Yesterday at 6:00 PM, SANDY and I took drinks to the patio and chose chairs close to the pool. Before long I noticed a honeybee circle the water and settle on a curve in the hose to our pool cleaner. It landed on a leaf, paused for a brief period, and flew away. A few minutes later, she was back and repeated the procedure, choosing the same leaf as before.

I started timing her. She took slightly less than 20 seconds to fill up with water. A bee can hold an ounce or so of water in a pouch called the honey stomach. She can carry nectar in there, too, but today she was toting water back to the nest. It took her nearly five minutes to make the roundtrip for another load of water. A bee can buzz along at fifteen miles an hour or better ( 1/4 of an hour per minute) so this bee was traveling roughly 1.25 miles roundtrip in five minutes. I estimated it might take her 30 seconds to enter the nest, empty her load of water, and set out again. Using the math, I figure the nest must be half a mile or so from our pool. During the summer, a healthy nest might number 50,000 – 80,000 bees. Somewhere 2,000 feet or so from where Sandy and I sat and enjoyed a summer evening, a lot of honeybees were going about their work.

I know the bee was female because the queen makes very few males. Females do all the work during their brief lives of a few weeks. Males aren’t worth much. They don’t feed themselves. They don’t make honey or care for the young. They don’t clean up around the hive. They might defend the opening to the nest from intruders, or beat their wings to help regulate temperature within the hive, sort of like the husband who empties the waste baskets and thinks he cleaned the whole house. Mostly they hang around until a new queen spirals up into the air on her nuptial flight and they rush after her hoping to mate. They’re not very good at that either. Most miss their target and those who make the connection lose their equivalent of a penis, which pulls out of their bodies and leaves them to die within a few minutes, presumably suffering a very uncomfortable experience.

One never knows, when relaxing on a patio, what slice of life may play out on the stage a few feet away. It’s good to have front row seats. 8/12/24
David L. Harrison

using the cloud

running the money

to do my thing

quicker than mail

flying thru the internet

trusting the computer

JP

8/5/24

,

guesstimate enough

scan the skies

create arpeggio

gage the earth

figure out your heart

caliper your brain

figure out your blessings

jp

8/1/24

DNA creates a match

Mother and daughter: 83 and 49.

Same grin, nose, eyes, ears and personality.

Recipe from mom and dad: homemade!

High IQ, EQ, and regal bearing.

A eureka creation!

Perfect match!

Quenby and Jeanne

all rights

JP

7/24

It’s the birthday of psychiatrist and writer Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, born in Zurich, Switzerland (1926). She went to medical school, where she got married to an American physician, and they moved to the United States. She did her internship and residency in psychiatry. She went to the University of Chicago and worked with terminally ill patients. Instead of pretending they were going to get better, she asked them to talk to her about death. She decided that other people needed to hear what they had to say, so she set up a forum where doctors, nurses, and medical students could come listen to terminally ill patients and ask them questions. Many outside people in the medical profession disapproved of her work — they thought it was indecent — but most patients were eager to talk. She used these conversations to write On Death and Dying (1969), which became a huge best-seller. In it, she outlined the five stages of grief, specifically when someone is diagnosed with a terminal illness: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Her work also paved the way for hospice care.

You show your truth,

your soul,

your road to the heavens,

You go with the flow of your destiny,

You have a contract.

If you betray yourself, you will have self-loathing.

Align yourself mentally, physically and spiritually.

Tell the truth.

Every choice you make is radiated to the whole universe.

The code of no more betrayal changes the vibration of the entire universe!

We need healing… Christ brought it

We know despair… JOY is divine

We feel lost…Follow the Gospels

We feel alone…touch others

We fear…believe

Bask in the revelation of Hope

my June 28, 2024
plant from 2023
saved all winter in my sunny green house living room. Blooming again on the sun deck next to the greenhouse.

brother flowers on 6/28/24 to go with my colors on the deck

The Writers Almanac for 6/26/24
It’s the birthday of novelist Pearl S. Buck, born in Hillsboro, West Virginia (1892). Her parents were Presbyterian missionaries in China, and Buck was born while they were on vacation in the United States. When she was three months old, they took her back to China. She learned to speak Chinese before she learned to speak English. She and her brother explored the streets and markets of Zhenjiang, watching puppet shows and sampling food. She was embarrassed by her blue eyes and blond hair, but she didn’t let it hold her back. She enthusiastically joined in local celebrations, big funerals, and parties. She said, “I almost ceased to think of myself as different, if indeed I ever thought so, from the Chinese.”
She fled China after civil war erupted and began writing a novel on the ship to America called East Wind, West Wind (1930). The following year, she published The Good Earth, about a Chinese peasant who becomes a wealthy landowner. At the time, Westerners saw China as one of the most exotic places on earth. Pearl Buck was the first writer to portray the ordinary lives of Chinese people for a Western audience. The novel won a Pulitzer Prize and became an international best-seller.
Buck turned out more than 85 novels and collections of short stories and adopted nine children. In 1938, she won the Nobel Prize in literature. Later, she became active in the civil rights and women’s movements, and she founded the first international, interracial adoption agency in the United States.