08/27/2013
As I sit this morning in deep contemplation on the hive and the honey bee it's in gratitude and love that I remember the first stirrings or buzzzz within my heart. 8 yrs have gone by in which I have learned so much about myself and others, about life and nature . Although I'm not as zealous as I once was my love for the hive and the honey bee never ceases to grow and florish like the beautiful fruit they so carefully and magically provide for me to nourish my body. BEE YARD SHE SPEAKS TO ME, IF I HAVE THE HEART TO LISTEN. 8 yrs have gone by in which I first picked up the veil and hive tool with the thought of " I'm going to keep bees" when all along they were planning on keeping me . I was unaware of the call to bees and how they choose you not the other way around. How they call you into the magic realm of beauty , growth and wisdom. There's is a society of structure , discipline and GREAT Sacrifices. BEE YARD SHE SPEAKS TO ME , IF I HAVE THE HEART TO LISTEN do I have the heart to listen ??? Being called to the hive and the honey bee isn't for the faint of heart . It's hard work and dedication. Many days I have walked through 4 feet of snow to go back too the bee yard and dig down into the snow putting my ear to the white cold box to see if I could hear the faint sound of their buzz. Many a days I have had sweat dripping off my body and running in my eyes and blurred vision to make sure my girls would survive another season. I use to think of honey and making money . Now I think I'm just privileged to even have them in my yard . The greatfulness I have for ever bite I take of food is because of the life of the hive and the honey bee. My very existence dependent on the SMALLEST of creatures. I am greatly humbled by this knowledge and hope and pray I have the heart to listen for their whisper. BEE YARD SHE SPEAKS TO ME ,IF I HAVE THE HEART TO LISTEN. For some beekeepers it's just a job but for me it's a life long love affair. And no matter how many years go by I still long for the smell of the hive when I open her up. The sound of the buzz around my whole body and once in a while the sting that helps my arthritic hands feel a little less painful. And so this story is a never ending one of growth and evolution. With that being said I will take off my Vail, set my hive tool down and just listen . This is my story of the hive and the honey bee . Thank you for taking the time to listen, Jill Rice .
