There
is a Paper Wasp nest near the woodshed. It is small. There are only
about four adults tending the babies. The adults fly off to get food,
returning and entering the nest from the deck above or through the
shed below. They pose no threat to me, unless I get in their way. I
have to remember where they are, and attend to what they are doing. I
know I can't run she chainsaw close to them, or start the weed
whacker under the nest. The noise would trigger an attack. I'm not
sure why, but I know this to be true. So I have to pay attention. I
appreciate this. I have found that most of the trouble I can get into
happens when I'm not paying attention. Paying attention means moving
at a pace that allows me to pay attention. In this way, paying
attention ripples out into my life, and effects how I do everything.
I appreciate these effects because this pacing keeps me focused on
the moment, and helps me avoid distractions. The Wasps will be my
teachers and remind me if I get off track.
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