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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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sunsetting

Oh look! Another sunset…

sunsetting
.
due
eastern skies at
dusk
tell their own story
softening the glare of a day’s end
easing
us gently into night

~kat

wait, what? Turn around…before you miss it…

…and that, is the rest of the story!

much love, peace, and subtle glimmers to you!

~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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starry night

starry night at winter’s end
starry night
.
dark
with glimmers of
light
no sign of the moon
crescent, waxing, somewhere past the trees
granting
every star prominence
for the world to see
how softly
they light the night sky

~kat
a pi-sequence poem

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
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almost spring


almost spring
.
rain
drenches sleepy
roots
whispering softly
wake up my loves, winter is fading
the sun
draws ever so closely
courting you to bloom.
you dreamt it
dear ones…spring is nigh

~kat

Tried something new…adding verse to video. It could use improvement, but after several hours of tweaking and learning a new program…this is it for now! 😆

If you’d just like 30 seconds worth of rain sounds to settle your soul…here you go. (Disclaimer: the contents of this video clip and its videographer are not liable for any bladder awakenings that may occur…listen to it at your own risk! 😆)

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat

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