The Way of the Wasp

Wow!  I really like the sound of that!  Almost sounds like the title of one of those films like "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", or "Curse of the Golden Flower".  I love those movies!  Really allows the mind to run wild and free with imagination and possibilities, don't you think?  Sorry, I digress.  So yesterday, I posted something on my Facebook wall about an ongoing encounter I've been having with wasps.  Let me start by saying that I do not like wasps!  At all!  There was one I ran into once that I swear followed me, just to land on my head, crawl down my back, under my shirt, to sting me multiple times.  I really do not like them!  Well, ok.  The tiny little paper wasps, I can handle.  They don't bother me so much.  So, for several days, I've had wasps flying into my car.  Pretty common, I suppose.  I'm used to the occasional, random wasp mistakingly flying in and being relatively frantic about trying to get back out.  And yeah, I actually do feel kind of bad for them as I watch them banging their tiny little heads into the glass.  So I pull over and help them get out, hopefully, with neither of us getting hurt in the process.  But here's the weird part:  these recent encounters are different.  I would be stopped at a light or whatever, they would fly in a window, land on my steering wheel, stare at me for a few minutes, and then fly out another window.  It was intentional.  No random fluttering about, no glass banging heads.  A direct, straight line from window, to steering wheel, to window.  Now, I am a big believer in the idea that nature has it's own language if you know how to listen.  I believe that even the trees, plants, and waters of the earth speak to and guide us.  Yes, I regularly talk to, and even literally hug my trees.  It feels good.  If you've never tried it, you should.  And I believe in animal totems and spirit guides.  I've had many over the years that have shown themselves, helped me through whatever I was dealing with at the time, and then move on.  And I have my constant guide, the owl.  The one who has been with me as long as I can remember, and, I believe, will be with me for life.  So when I see a random event from a creature of any kind that seems well thought out and intelligent, I take note.  What does the wasp mean?  It's present in many different cultures, and has just about as many different meanings.  However, there are a few commonalities:  female warrior, feminine energy, healer, community, hard work, and communication.  When I think of those things in relation to my life, I take it as a very good sign.  You see, I've been working very hard on myself lately, putting a lot of thoughts and ideas into productive action.  I've done things in the last week alone that stretched me way beyond the limits of my comfort zone.  I take it as a sign from the Universe that I am on the right track, and to keep going, keep working, and keep getting a little uncomfortable.  Had I gotten this message not too long ago, then it would have been telling me that those are the things in my life that I need to focus and work on.  Nature gives us all that we need to live our lives on all levels.  It provides food, shelter, medicine, and yes, even guidance and reassurance.  Even in the middle of a city, where natural places may be hard to come by, it's there, speaking to us.  Trying to help us if we will listen and take note.  Nature survived before humans, and it will continue to survive long after we're gone.  To me, it is the wisest of teachers.  Take a walk, and take note.  They are willing to speak, if we are willing to listen.