“The Sphinx, the Pyramids,
the stone temples are, all of them,
ultimately as flimsy as London Bridge;
our cities but tents set up in the cosmos.
But what the bee knows,
the wisdom that sustains our passing life
– however much we deny or ignore it –
that for ever remains.”
TODAY: It is a perfect early summer morning! I feel enriched, alive and blessed.
ONE WORD: Appreciation – with a dash of Natures enchantment added to this day.
COLOUR OF THE DAY: Gold
HOW I FEEL: I began my day looking out from my upstairs window to view a the blue sky and heavenly day. Very quickly I noticed in the guttering; a Bumble Bee that seemed to have recently been trapped by a spider. The spider was busily trying to wrap the Bee into its web.
I felt an overwhelming sadness, but leapt into ‘flight and flight’ mode, wanting desperately to save the precious Bee…
But reaching as far out of my window as possible, I was unable to reach the Bee. I felt helpless and deeply upset. Yes, I understand that Nature takes Her own course, but I am so aware of the plight of the Bee on our Planet…
For some reason today, I felt very deeply about this little snapshot of life, playing out before me.
PHYSICALLY: I felt an incense heart ache and could not stop myself from quietly weeping for the next hour or more…
Of course, that is what has motivated my Blog today.
Honey is like the morning sun,
with all the grace of summertime and the old freshness of autumn.
It is the withered leaf and it is the corn.
Federico Garcia Lorca
INSIGHTS: Bee Lore goes back to ancient times, when bees were considered a symbol of the soul, of death and rebirth. There are even medieval hymns that referred to the Virgin Mary as the bee hive, and Christ as the honey that flowed from her. In some stories, the Virgin Mary was associated with the Queen Bee, and in ancient Greece the Goddess Demeter was referred to as the Queen Bee, and her Priestesses were the worker bees, who served her.
THE COLLECTIVE: Long ago, honey was regarded as a magical, sacred substance. People were buried in it, not only because it was a preservative, but because “bee-balm” as it was called, was thought to contain a resurrection potency. It was one of the libations offered to the Gods of Greece, and believed to be the food of poets and muses.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life.
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love.
And to both,
bee and flower,
the giving and the receiving of pleasure
is a need and an ecstasy.
The Bees say thanks! This is a real threat everyone. Bees are dying out. Whole colonies have disappeared all over the world. Please use chemicals responsibly. Natural is better for our environment.