we have managed to survive in the face of it…
we have managed to survive in the face of it ... a soft smile ... it is not the inevitability of loss and grief ... realize then that it doesn’t matter ... miracle that connects me to the bees ... bees’ generosity and resilience is a response to or consequence of grief ... the thread that connects all of us wild creatures ... traits whose significance is amplified in the face of rapid loss ... in the tenacity and grace of their daily lives ... they survive ... They are alive! ... in their daily travels along magnetic fields ... in the ways they adapt and persist ... clean air and familiar flowers ... in the ways they scream to protect each other ... like golden stars in hallowed autumn light ... we are suddenly hit with a pummeling sorrow ... but then the bees are buzzing around ... which cannot imagine its way out ... my bones like a living bruise or ache for a return ... life is being catastrophically destroyed ... bees who give so much even as they continue to be decimated because of searing pain ... so many families suffering from endless wars ... bouquets and burning candles for the bees who give so much to us ... for scientists who faced unspeakable racism ... for the mourning tenant with their sacred altar
