The flight of the Bumblebee

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Have you ever noticed that each type of bee hums a different song? Yesterday, while photographing this bumblebee, I realized that the melody of its legs was playing alongside the unique tunes of a yellow jacket and a honey bee, who were also busy gathering nectar and pollen from the azalea blossoms.

The bumblebee, and the lore associated with its ability to defy gravity by using tiny wings to lift its over-large body, teaches us that anything is possible if we set our sights to achieve our dreams. Seemingly insurmountable obstacles are over-come if we allow doubt to disappear.

The bumblebee is also a curious and social insect. As I write this post, a bumblebee occasionally passes by the window, as if to check in on my progress. My daughter, when she was quite little, was fascinated with the soft form of the bumblebee, and would often hold them in her palm and gently pet them. Although bumblebees have the ability to sting (multiple times), they never stung my daughter, and unlike many of their relatives, are rarely bothered into aggressive action in the presence of humans. They’re bold, gentle giants in the family of bees.

All bees are important to the pollination of plants, reminding us how intricately we are woven with other organisms into the Web of Life. Perhaps now, more than ever in history, bees remind us of this important interdependency we share and how sacred  and vital the bees are for the preservation of life. Bees show us the value of working together to preserve the nectar of life for all — that we are all important contributors and to be aware that the greed, or poison, of a few can causes the demise of many. Bees are in a state of decline, their survival as a species threatened due to the poisons in the form of pesticides we use on our plants.  We have allowed the Web of Life to be stretched and torn, and whenever I see a bee, in any form, pollinating  the untainted flowers of in my yard, I feel immense gratitude and love for these small, but vital beings. They are each a survivor against great odds.

Bees have been revered for thousands of years, and are often found as symbols in ancient civilizations. The honeybee builds a comb in the shape of a hexagon, an important symbol in sacred geometry associated with the sun and the heart. Hexagons appear frequently in nature and in human-made forms as important building blocks of matter. The shape is found in our DNA, snowflakes and crystals, and is sometimes referred to as the “primal crystal of life.”

 

Earth: A Love Story

When I was a child, I would lie on the ground with my face to the sky so I could feel the heartbeat of Earth. In those quiet moments I felt the gentle pulse of energy that radiates from the body of our planet rocking my cells, as I stared at the expanse of sky above me. It brought me peace and comfort, and, at the same time, filled me with an awe of my “small” place inside this vast womb we call home.

Some days you can still find my flat on my back, gazing into the atmosphere. Have you tried it? I hope you have. I hope you will. In our over-industrialized culture we often forget the source of our life force, choosing to drive through our days inside the fog of technology. We hardly stop to think of the impact on the Earth and ourselves as we strip the land of its resources to add speed and “comfort” to our days. We can do this because Earth is a forgiving mother. She keeps feeding us, she keeps offering her oxygen for our breath, and she continues to quench our thirst with her reservoirs of water.

Earth: A Love Story

Yet, when we allow ourselves to observe the body of Earth we see that we have stretched her belly to the extend that she has well-exceeded her capacity to carry a healthy womb of life. We have contaminated her waters, air and soil with our waste, so that not only is her health compromised, but the health of all of her children. Just as a fetus is affected by the nutrients (or lack of) a mother takes into her body, and by the toxins she ingests, so too are we affected by the conditions of this womb of Earth we live inside.

I didn’t set out to preach in this blog, really, I didn’t. Rather, I set out to make a plea for a collective understanding. You see, for me this is a love story. A love story between our planet and us. And some days, like today, I am reminded that it is still taking a very tragic turn. When I logged onto Facebook (no, I’m not denying that I am also slave to technology) this morning I was greeted by a wonderfully beautiful testament to Mother Nature in the form of a friend’s painting. And, I was also greeted by a shared video of an island filled with dying albatross, whose bellies are bloated by our indigestible waste. The bellies of some are so filled with junk that they cannot harbor viable life. How many more decades, I wondered, will I be looking at these heart-wrenching images? How many decades can we afford?

Nature's Love by Karen Kubicko
Nature’s Love by Karen Kubicko

When will we collectively awaken? When will we heal this mother that gives us life, and, in doing so, heal ourselves? We can start by feeling her heartbeat inside our own. Everyday.