Hi world, I have been writing elsewhere and took a hiatus from this BLOG. My life of total visible connects by way of the astonishment of story, however, has never stopped.
I am writing now about bees, as in “to bee or not to bee”. This might seem like fun word play, and surely reminiscent of Shakespeare, and the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, that particular sonnet. What I am saying is that it’s funny to be punny, but that there is a deeper underlying story that is about words, and for that, I am serious, and also, having such fun in explicating this. Sirius is also, the dog star, and I LOVE this.
I was at Brandeis at their Bolli program, for adults in retirement, and I went to view a documentary about young people in a wonderful school that offers a special program in culinary arts. I will remember the title and put this into the Blog later. A woman seated in the row before me, turned around and asked about the Bolli program, because she was new. I began to explicate this. Then she mentioned having started to raise bees, in the course of a conversation that wound around to “her” life. It just happened, truly, that en route to Bolli I was thinking about their new bulletin, and thinking Bee Lines would be a good title, but it seems they already use The Bulletin. So that gave me a startle.
We exchanged email addresses as I was thinking I love bees and would love to see her hive. Right after this, I was thinking about needing a carpet for my new study, just beneath the chair, so as not to scratch the beautiful floors. I had the idea to go to Country Curtains in Sudbury, because along time ago I had seen some lovely little rugs. I went and saw several rugs but was about to leave in disappointment, because the colors were wrong for the room, when I suddenly spotted one with just the right greens in it, and of course, the subject was, BEES! So I took a picture of my new rug and sent it to my new friend.
The bee story began a long time ago, with my childhood love of Maeterlinck’s book, The Children’s Life of the Bee. I also thought of him, his name, as being Master Link, as surely bees are deeply part of our lives. We NEED them to pollinate our flowers and beyond. In fact, my very magic bookstore, the Bryn Mawr in Cambridge, just happened to have this very book. I saw it and remarked on this on one of my forays into the bookstore.
We had a couple as guests over the weekend, and the woman, Michelle, remarked that my daughter had been totally taken by a new movie she had seen when visiting these two, on her most recent journey to New Mexico, a movie about bees. Michelle did not know about my interest, and so it was also serendipitous to get bees wax candles as a gift.
I am saying something here, and I am saying these coincidences are wise, and funny, and wonderful, but they are also about our most humming lives, and we need to take care of our bees, our environment, the very environment that sustains us all.
And one more thing about bees before I close. My husband just noticed a STING concert in New York, this very Thursday night, and I will go with him. Of course STING is reminiscent of the bee, and also if you look at some of these POLICE songs, you will see, a mystical treatment of synchronicity, of what I am talking about right here, in these many blog pages.
BEE well!
MUSIC: STING of course!