I have been setting monthly goals recently, to “keep it real” and stay on track. I am a girl that loves a list and checking off my “homework”…it appeals to my Virgo Sun Self, I guess. It’s month end, and things are looking good but I need to get in one more blog post…do I have anything profound to say, any tidbits of wisdom, any crumbs of creative suggestions to share…? At sunrise, not so much, except that last night I went to bed having had a memory come up on one of my feeds (thanks Facebook) of a trio of prints I created several summers ago. One print was honeybee themed. I drifted off to sleep with the colour of yellow ochre, the golden light of late summer and the hexagon shaped chambers of little buzzing bees in my head.
I’m a bit obsessed by the little guys. They are so hardworking and industrious, focused and team oriented. I love their movement around flowers and the intensity with which they go about harvesting their food for the tribe. It makes me smile to see their little bums sticking out of narrow blossom forms and when one chooses my arms, hand or shoulder to take a much needed rest I feel honored and blessed to have been their respite for a few, brief moments. I chat to them as we walk along and when they are ready they take flight again, leaving behind a little empty space on my skin and in my heart.
On the way home from the morning wander in the hood today, feeling brain tired and uninspired, I came across a huge destroyed hive…honestly, probably wasp (assholes of the yellow and black winged world) but it still made me a bit sad but it also felt like a gift. I crouched, tentative…what if it was still active…examined the shape the structure. It was largely intact, the flakey, croissant looking from still almost whole, pastry outsides flaked away all over the lawn under a big cedar.Clearly they had outstayed their welcome at some apartment block nearby. All that work, time, energy and commitment is now just a crumbling, grey mass that will deteriorate as the summer lengthens into autumn and the rain drives it into the lawn, fertilizer for April’s new grasses. Very sad indeed…never mind all those little bodies, peeking out of hexagon shaped windows, frozen in a frenzied looking slumber…forever looking out or climbing into those perfectly formed tunnels.
I don’t know that there’s much point to what I’m talking about here, except that it only took one tiny thing to spark an idea. Is it a tiny thing, though, really? That was their whole world, broken in soft, whispery pieces on a random city lawn. Maybe that’s my point, get a little closer, look and consider a little harder…it changes your perspective. And here we are, the end of my offering to you, feeling somehow changed by a seemingly tiny event on any given day in the life.
