08/26/2025
The other day I was sitting still in the middle of a field on my parents' ranch... just breathing, just being... when a big olâ bumblebee zipped right in front of my face! I startled for a moment, my whole body tensing, until it landed softly on my knee.
I froze and let it rest there. And as I sat with this tiny, gentle creature... close enough to see the little joints in its fuzzy legs, I laughed to myself: âWell, isnât this just the beesâ knees.â
And then I started wondering...where does that phrase even come from?
It turns out, it first showed up in the 18th century to describe something small or insignificant⊠which makes sense when you think about how tiny beesâ knees actually are! But by the 1920s, the meaning completely flipped. Thanks to jazz-age slang, âthe beesâ kneesâ came to mean something excellent, delightful, the very best.
That shift got me thinking about yoga (surprise, surprise). How often do the little things, the ones we dismiss, overlook, or even resist, hold the most power?
That single extra breath when you want to come out of the pose. The tiny micro-adjustment that nobody else notices, but suddenly your balance lands. The quiet moment of stillness that feels awkward at first, until clarity drops in.
Sometimes, the parts of our practice that seem the smallest (or even the most uncomfortable) are actually the gold nuggets of growth.
The places where we meet resistance, uncertainty, or that shaky edge of discomfort... those are the beesâ knees. Thatâs where transformation begins.
So maybe this week, notice one small thing youâd normally skip past:
A single breath...
A fleeting moment of stillness...
A tiny shift in awareness.
It might just surprise you how big those little things really are. đ
