I have been getting sidelined a bit lately. Spending time in Portland as one of my brothers had a quad-bypass done a week ago after a heart attack early March. I thought I would be bringing him home yesterday for his recovery
but “floppy foot syndrome” on Sunday had me settling him into a rehab facility last night instead. Leaving me a few days left to prepare. It has left me too overwhelmed
sometimes to then go on the internet.
I have been writing a bit about bees this week; apt metaphors especially in respect to empathy and SLIDing, for being “too receptive” to the environment around me. So it was interesting when an article about bees sensing bio-electricity fields from plants around them showed up in one of my Facebook feeds this morning. Again, it shows the power of the deductive wisdom of the unconscious mind.
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draft: once i was a beehive
once i was a bee hive
and there was buzzing and flitting about inside me
and so i buzzed and flitted outside of me with my hair on end
and then i started singing all the same bee song and dancing the same bee dance;
perhaps i was the queen bee in my mind, but there was harmony,
it was a happy productive little hive
and then I was the collapsed hive syndrome, nothing apparently wrong
inside the hive, just an increase in overall accidents, fatalities;
just a perception that my hive is wrong, no longer wanted, to be replaced
now i am a collapsed colony, tripping over tiny lifeless bees in hive corridors
workers fallen where they flew; unused pollen scattered in the dust,
undiscovered honey hidden behind obscured wax