Bees are coming back. One at a time, a hive here, a hive there. Watchers. Keeping watch until the time comes to return to the people. A little honey will go a long way. Nothing is lost.
The old ones sing somewhere, and keep the fires. They are small now, barely visible in the night North sky, but they are there. The ice is gone and there is nothing to reflect, now. Time brings all things around and around again.
Sleep in these good cool nights, and dream of the dance we will do when the old ones light the fires for us all to see!
I had a poignant vision about honey, oils, healing remedies, a prescription I received in meditation and have been using successfully on myself and my family...spoke to a beekeeper just yesterday to help us make a product for others to share...now reading your post not 20 hours later. Smiling at you...;)
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