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tell the bees

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tell the bees
.
I
understand now
how
important they are
not only because they are master
keepers
of all life in balance
but as sages of
great wisdom.
consider the hive…
.
a bustling community of
workers, drones, and one queen, each of whom
has a vital role to play
in the health, safety, and prosperity
of the whole
where the swarm
protects
at all cost
the matriarch, the very heart.
it’s not honey
that drives them, it is she…
.
ancient
feminine energy
hidden away
just buzzing
to be known
by humanity gone astray
honey drunk,
where drones
have taken over the hive…
they forgot, the workers are legion

~kat

The poem is a pi-sequenced offering based on three sections: 3.1415926535.8979323846. 2643383279, determining the syllable count for each line. Happy 3/14!

Wisdom from the Bees

There are three vital roles played out by very distinct players in the life of a hive. It’s not about the honey. While it is a sweet byproduct of the harmony of a healthy brood of bees, it is not the heart. 

That would be the queen. A single fertile female who holds everything together. Bee queens live 2-3 years laying up to 3000 eggs a day. She is literally the mother of all bees, the quintessential life giver of the colony as well as the anchor that keeps the hive humming. 

The queen is sustained by worker bees (also female). These busy bees tend the hive, clean and feed the queen royal jelly, a special food reserved only for queens, and provide for her every need so that she can spend her short productive reign reproducing. Worker bees are born from the fertilized eggs of the queen. Given the fertile reproductive qualities of a heathy queen, workers are legion. Throughout their relatively short lifespan (in the summer two to six weeks, and in winter, up to 20 weeks because they don’t venture out of the hive during colder months) worker bees do it all! After 21 days, honey bee larvae emerge fully grown and the work begins with cleaning the cells (days 1-3), feeding the worker and drone larvae (days 3-7), and attending exclusively to the queen (days 7-11). Around days 13 – 18 the workers use wax from four glands in their abdomen’s to build and restore the cells of the hive. On days 18 – 21 when their stinger has matured, they move on to guard duty protecting the hive, and finally, in the last sweet stage of life these busy workers emerge from the hive to scout and forage for water, pollen, and nectar. A foraging bee will make 9-10 hour-long trips to and from the hive in a single day. There are other tasks which worker bees do such as maintaining the temperature of the hive and mortuary duty (removing dead and non viable eggs from the hive). I’m figuring out where the term “busy as a bee” comes from. 

Which brings us to the drones. These guys (the male component in the life of bee colonies) are born from the unfertilized eggs of the queen. She basically creates these fellows for herself, as they have one vital role to play. They do not have stingers (an important fact to ponder), they do not feed themselves (worker bees provide them royal jelly for a few days, then a steady diet of honey), they do not scout or forage or protect the hive (remember…no stingers). When a queen emerges from her nest, she takes a maiden flight solely for the purpose of mating with several drones. This act will fertilize all the eggs she will ever lay in her lifetime, so once the deed is done, each drone dies.

I could go on and on…there are so many details i could share regarding the masterpiece that is a bee colony. And there are a few analogies as well that I could indulge, but I won’t. I’ll let you fill in the rest of the story. Suffice to say, is it any wonder that compassion, kindness, peace, community, conservation, nurturing, the arts and wisdom are making a bold resurgence in these times we find ourselves living through? And what can we learn from the bees? I’ll just leave all of this here for you to ponder. 🤔😉 😊

Much love, peace, compassion, and honeybee wisdom glimmers to you. 

~kat

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a daily prompt I can relate to

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?


bouquet muted

though faded
they are beautiful 
a rose is 
and always will be
by any other

~kat

Happy National Caregivers’ Day

so…I missed it

I didn’t know that there’s a day, well,
there was a day
commemorating caregivers
I might have been more intentional
had I known
I might have taken time
to savor a cup of tea
finishing it, before it turned cold
I might have … oh, I don’t know
celebrated, a little. lit a candle,
cooked my favorite meal,
watched an entire movie…
I might have even taken a day off
an entire day, from my day job
just because…instead of saving
those hours…those days for appointments
for those unexpected plot twists
when showing up is not an option,
when being there is all that matters
because I love them…

it’s just as well, not to have wasted
eight hours paid, to sleep most of them,
because you know that’s what I would do
sleep…then apologize
for sleeping, for taking a break,
for trying to remember
my dreams upon waking,
only to realize
I stopped dreaming years ago

so, happy belated caregiver day…me

for better or for worse,
you know
I said those words, out loud
decades ago
and I meant them

just knowing that there was a day
even if I missed it
softens the load,
gives me a brief glimmer,
reminds me of how strong I am
and how fragile
just knowing

maybe next year…

~kat

Just knowing that there was a day to remember caregivers gave me a moment’s pause, a smile, and the realization that somewhere in the universe there was someone who thought it was important enough to let me, and others like me, know that they see us and appreciate us. As glimmers go, you can’t get much better than that. Well, you could, I suppose, but this one feels pretty darn good!

Much love, peace, glimmers, and gentle care for those who care…

~kat

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gentle grace

gentle grace
.
come
away with me…
rest
here, where the deer folk
feel safe, under the juniper trees
shaded,
where trust is manifest
by coexisting
from a wee distance

~kat

I’m not ignoring the elephant in the corner…another illegal, rogue move by DT. As I woke to the news, all I could think was…this maniac holds the nuclear codes…he is just a heartbeat away from blowing us all to smithereens…and then I stopped myself. What good can come of worrying about the what-ifs.

I chose instead to start my day, enjoy a warm bowl of steel-cut oats with butter, brown sugar, and cream, do some weekly shopping, tend to my animals, and enjoy the sun, blue sky, and warming temperatures. And if that wasn’t enough, as the day slipped into late afternoon and the shadows grew long, I noticed several deer lounging in the grass at the back corner of my yard near the woods’ edge.

It made my heart sing to see them. To realize that they feel safe enough to rest here out in the open within my view. It confirmed to me that choosing to move through my day, despite the terrible news from last night was the best thing I could be doing right now. To rest, recharge, and ready myself for survival, if life comes to that.

Today there was a hint of spring in the air, and the bright sun felt warm on my skin. Today I needed to rest…and my dear deer friends stopped by to remind me to trust this moment…at least for this moment, I am safe.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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in darkness

in darkness

when the great winds blow
some unyielding trees topple
and we lose power

~kat

Viewership and ratings are very important things to some people, which is why I am watching an early century rom-com and writing cryptic, double-speak haiku this very evening. If you don’t already know it about me, I am a bit rebellious, especially when rebellion is called for. I refuse to give the orange one ratings. I’ll catch the cliff notes later. Not that there will be anything said that we haven’t heard…ad nauseam. No one needs to tell me about the state of this union of states. I’m living it. Trying to make it better. Trying to highlight a few glimmers along the way.

Which brings me to the photo above. True story. The winds came. Big, blustery, mean, cold winds, and as fate would have it, it took a few trees down over some distant power lines that shut my lights off for 22 hours. I was ready this time. I fired up the remote gas logs we picked up recently, especially for an occasion such as this. Hooked up a few small generators…one for the fish tank, one for T’s c-pap machine. Tucked us all in and slept soundly under our sturdy metal roof under the stars. Even in the dark there are glimmers. The fire’s warmth and glow, flickering candlelight, and the sweet silence that happens when my houseful of buzzing, ticking, grinding appliances goes silent. It’s good sleeping in the quiet of a dark night in the woods.

With that I’ll close and get this uploaded. No doubt our emperor in chief is still babbling. Makes me smile to know I have the freedom still, to choose not to listen. 😊

Much love, peace, and glimmers in there darkness!

~kat

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a long past due ReVerse poem

a long past due ReVerse poem

glowing red at dusk
this IS…NOT NORMAL!
they say truth is dead
in the grave, clock ticking
be present
in the breach between good and evil
the hot truth screaming
touches my heart and soul deeply
my friends don’t say much
they are roaming the neighborhoods now
living their best lives
in high-octane liquid form
so many words
horrible truth bleeding out…
a pulse detected
the other crows watched
silence is not an option
sometimes a glimmer is a cold dark night
reclaiming the inheritance of the meek
it’s why they come here
this life is not a battle to be won
just past full
breathing sweet fresh air, and birdsong
late afternoon sun
most reasonable, relatively sane people would agree
seeking refuge from oppression
whispering softly
it’s never too late to do the right thing
it is a rare thing
they light the night sky

~kat

As you can see it’s been a while since I posted a ReVerse. I believe it is serendipity that steered me here. In bits and parts the lines above would not have had the same impact in the story that this long version tells. My country is not okay. And I refuse to look the other way and be silent when anyone…when any living precious soul is suffering at the hands of our current lawless, vindictive, soulless, hateful government. I can’t travel, or get out to protest like I used to when I was younger. But I can write. Years from now when I am gone, it is my hope that my voice finds its place in the chronicles of this dark time. Not only my take of what is happening, but the glimmers that sustained me and filled me with hope.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you,

~kat

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Speaking of…here are a few glimmers from the past month or so!


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.