how are you? . fine every thing’s fine yep I’m fine…it’s all fine, fine, unless, of course, you consider our prez is bat-shit crazy…that, and realizing world war three’s a heartbeat away . our cities are frozen by ice while a gold, bunkered ballroom rises to entertain oligarchs there’ll be no cake nor crumbs for children no healthcare for the ailing, no help from spineless sycophants drunk with power their blood-thirst quenched by hate . prisons… let’s not go there…really let’s just say that nobody no body should go there…except perhaps…well.. I’m sorry, you asked? I woke up this morning…yay! that’s good, right? If only more were woke
~kat
Another pi-sequence poem (syllable count per line: 3.1415926535 8979323846. 2643383279) that I accidentally erased, and had to rewrite. That is how my day went today. Is there a planet in retrograde somewhere? Anyhow. Today’s sunset came to the rescue once again. Sorry if all these sunsets are becoming boring to you. As for me, I cherish every single one.
these lengthening days warmed by the afternoon sun set the sky ablaze
~kat
It’s been a while. I’ve been passing mindlessly, from one day to the next, barely breathing. Well, I exaggerate. Obviously I am breathing. But I can’t catch my breath. Everyday another terrible bit of news spews from the spineless, malevolent fools in government. Every day, choosing ways to manage rising basic living costs by deciding what we can do without. Living with some sense of comfort in these times takes great effort and diligence. I’m bone tired.
My saving grace…my glimmer…the moments I actually pause from work, is at sunset. A brief few moments of watching the sky transform before launching into my night-time chores. Honestly, it is something I need desperately.
And there is writing…my love of words. I am planning to enter another NaPoWriMo exercise in a few days. It’s been a hard winter. Time for spring in every sense!
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.
The view outside my window today…isn’t it lovely! Rainy glimmers today…yes even in the rain… ✨💚✨
the rain
I don’t mind the rain the sound of each droplet tapping the ground is comforting, the scent of nearby lakes heavy in the air fish and fauna, fill me with delicious melancholy I don’t mind the rain even as the sky dims a pale gray, the ground’s verdant glow, earthy and pungent sparks something deep in my core connecting me to life’s force ancient, eternal… how could I ever mind the rain cool, damp, messy, lingering, fragrant some of my favorite things are these
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