Last year, on New Years day, hungover and glowing from Mexican food and kind buds I was walking barefoot through my house. I happened to step directly on a very large hornet. It had been very cold (well below freezing) the previous night but this hornet had basically survived just to sting me. After the intense surprise I secretly relished in the throbbing pain. It all felt very strange. That night I dreamed of the standard hexagonal hornet nest motif and saw it as the chamber or cell. As a three dimensional structure in space the hexagon has 8 sides including the top and bottom. 
Within the cell I could see the pupa as it forms and coleuses to rise as a new hive member. The following day I meditated on the dream and the implications of the cell and development. I also thought of the fact that the hornet had injected a substance into me and the work and hive mentality of bees and wasps. Today, the last day of the year, I had to kill three yellow jackets at different times around my back yard. The synchronicity is palatable.
Posted on Friday, 31 December 2010
The wasp’s sting and the New Year.
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