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Find your soul-bee ๐Ÿ sisters

My beautiful souls ๐Ÿ’œ


Dasha here with a little musing for us today about why am I here doing what I am doing and pouring all my heart and soul into it. It's my wish for each and every one of us in here to find our soul-bee ๐Ÿ sisters and truly feel the real soul-level deep value of each other in our day to day life.

You do not have to find it here with me (with us), but please, treat yourself and find them for yourself, for your heart & your soul. It's truly healing and practical too. It's your lifeline.


Allow me today to share a little story with you from my childhood.

I was reminded of this story recently and it made me value all my efforts here in creating a loving community of big-hearted women with aligned values, vision and inner needs too, even more.

Enjoy!


My granddaddy had bees. Once, when visiting him in the village as a young child with my mum, he showed me all of the honey he had gotten from the hives behind the house.

He took the lid off a 5 litre bucket full of honey and on top if the honey there were 3 little bees, struggling. They were covered in sticky honey and they were dล—owning.

So I asked him if we could help them and he said he was pretty sure they wouldn't survive. Casualties of honey collection, he told me.

So I asked him again if we could at least get them out and kill them quickly, after all he was the one who taught me to put a suffering animal or bug out of its misery.

So my granddaddy finally conceded and scooped the bees out of the bucket.

He put them in an empty yoghurt container and placed the plastic container outside. Because he has disrupted the hive with the earlier honey collection, there were bees flying all over outside. We placed the 3 little bees in the container on the bench and left them to their fate.

My granddaddy called me out a little while later to show me what was happening.

These 3 little bees were surrounded by all of their bee sisters (all bees are females) and they were cleaning the sticky nearly dead bees.

We came back a short time later and there was only 1 little bee left in the container. She was still being tended to by her sisters.

When it was time for me to go to bed, we checked one last time and all 3 bees had been cleaned off enough to fly away and the container was empty.

Those 3 little bees survived and lived because they were surrounded by sisters and girlfriends who would not give up on them.

Sisters and girlfriends who refused to let them drown in their own stickiness and resolved to help them until the very last bee could be set free.


Let's Bee ๐Ÿ sisters. Let's Bee ๐Ÿ there for each other & Let's Bee ๐Ÿ freed.


My beautiful soul-sisters, if you are feeling sticky or like you are drowning, come and rest your soul with us in our Divine Women's Meditation & Healing circles, let us help you and support you. Let us give you until you can give yourself and others too.

Each Wednesday during school term 9:30-11AM in the Masonic hall in Sinnamon Park or call/PM me for any info you might need.


And if you ever need more in depth support, guidance, inner healing, holding intimate safe space while you lick your wounds, I am here for you.

๐Ÿ’œ dasha@healing-village.com๐Ÿ’œ


in Love & Magic Always

Dasha

your sacred safe space keeper & inner remembering guide


๐Ÿ’œ Empowering The Divine Feminine๐Ÿ’œ


"Your Magic is within you, you just need to Remember"

"All the heaviness, stickiness or pain you might be feeling sometimes are our conditioned mind lies as opposed to our soul truths. They are here to guide us to Remembering."




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