Tag Archives: Myth

Response: Being like a Bee


The bees kept on coming.  Doing what bees do.  Being what bees be. They nestled into and alighted from the sun soaked blossoms, completely unaware that the Brussels sprouts so carefully seeded and tended in hoop covered rows from autumn, through winter into the accelerating spring warmth had technically failed.  Traces of sprouts had appeared, but none had matured.   All had withered away.

Never in 13 Ozark growing seasons have I met anyone who has successfully cultivated Brussels sprouts.  Too hot?  Too buggy?  Too rocky?   So many possible impediments.

Somehow untouched by this viewpoint, my avid gardening partner, Carol, planted seed for a veritable Brussels sprouts forest in her raised beds last fall.   It was with her healthy-leaved, flower-rich plants that the bees communed last Sunday, while we pulled up bittering lettuces, toughening kale, and seeding cilantro to make room for warm weather friends — tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, squash.

There was no question of letting the “failed” Brussels sprouts remain for the bees.

Indeed the only question that lingered was the question of our human “being” and our  human “doing” in the face of individual and shared 21st century challenges.   You know the list.

Our major religions all speak of Love.  Our heroic myths tell of strength, courage, devotion and daring.   In the presence of the bees (who seemed so sure and easy in their mission and their being), I wondered for myself and for us as a species, will I/we commune with and respond from the flower the Heart?   To what extent will I/we pollinate life with bravery, insight, resolve, and compassion?    I hope we will respond on par with the grace and confidence of bees.







Earth: In company of a Crescent Moon

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A Screen Shot From Stellarium

She rested in the gathering darkness to the west.  Offering a graceful sliver of light.  A beautiful crescent moon slowing setting.  I relished her presence, as I travelled home from town, grateful for Hwy 62’s ridge line views.   I wish my cell camera had the capacity to produce a clear nighttime photo to share.  But, hopefully, you were able to experience her company in realtime with your own eyes and wonder.

It’s been a week of enjoying celestial companions.  Have you seen the pre-dawn planetary gathering, arching from horizon to horizon?   Mercury.  Venus.  Saturn.  Mars.  Jupiter.  Prominently joined by the stars Spica and Antares. By some kindness of fate, this entire spectrum has been visible through the still-leafless trees from the quiet solitude of my back deck.  Despite the cold, definitely worth rising early.

We humans tell stories of the moon, planets and the stars, infusing them with character, qualities, myth and influence.

And what do we tell ourselves and each other about our planet, Earth?   And of our relationship with Her?  Dominion? Playground?  Resource?  Mother?  Home?

One story I tell myself is of our interconnection.  Her health is ours.  And ours is Hers.  A relationship to be honored.  Defended.  Celebrated.  With daily choices.  Prayers.  Reverence.








Endurance: Find and Commit to Your Story

daffodilsSpring peepers and fearless hail-battered daffodils saturate the Ozarks with vernal song and color. They exude Existence.  Confidently, naturally, playing their parts in the Season’s theatrical emergence.

How to do we find our way to such certitude of Being and Expression? How do we discover, claim, grow, and re-grow into our individual Sacred Role, our Natural Niche, as we and our life circumstances shift and mature within the Planet’s rapidly evolving narrative?

Blogger Christa Rose Avampato recently offered a wise post on the subject of change and life purpose, emphasizing the necessity of perseverance, alertness, and self-awareness.

I add the suggestion of paying attention to the archetypal stories and deep-sourcing myths whose symbols appeal to the imagination and stir the Heart’s curiosity.   Hero?  Warrior?  Healer? Mother? Bard?  Traveler?  Fire Keeper? Chalice? Dagger? Rose? Desert? Mountain Top?

Dropping into a character’s essence and mission evokes hints of our own potentiality and direction.  Thoughtfully considered in relation to current life circumstances, these intimations catalyze Self-clarity and prepare us to choose.  To act day by day. Stretching.  Experimenting.  Building endurance of Being and Expression. Claiming our role.  Perhaps even glimpsing Life’s guiding Intention and affirming our place therein.

I’m currently delving into stories of alchemists and the Great Healing.  I feel this is not a final myth for me, but rather a much-needed transitional one, urging transfiguration of fears blocking full action on long-held writing aspirations.  It’s not an easy role for me, but what heart-worthy effort is?

What myths or approaches keep you in touch with your purpose?