Oh, they are teaching me. After the destruction, I go in every day. I’ve got it now. I make sure they are building “right.” They are. They have got it. They are on their way. Building as if nothing happened. They just move on & build. The metaphor does not go unnoticed in this silly human mind. I reflect on my wringing of hands. Just move on girl, & keep building. And — I do. I just never give myself credit for it. Too caught up in punishing myself for every mistake. These bees teach me there are no mistakes, just beautiful, awful life.
I begin to hear them speak to me. I’m learning. I start to distinguish their messages – the “Hey! You’ve caught me between the bars” buzz, the “Just all working here” buzz, the “I’ve been sent out to warn you,” and then, I realize, I am starting to know the collective “Not right now” buzz. At first, I hear it & go in anyway, thinking “this is not going to be good.” And, that turns out to be right – it’s not good! They come at me, sting me through my gloves & I close it up. Try again tomorrow. And tomorrow, they don’t even notice me. Allow me my gawking.
And I am just mesmerized. I pull bars apart to see them….
To see what they have built…..
And I am amazed by them, enthralled, as I’ve said countless times. They just keep going, working, building. Surviving for the hive. Perfectly built to singly serve that community. What beautiful simplicity! To unknowingly serve all of life, the entirety of the planet. How can you not be amazed?