Imbolc New Moon (Awakening)
A virgin no more. I went the whole last season without a single bee sting. Today, when I brought food out to the hive, so they have something to eat until there are blossoms, I got stung. Twice. On the face and neck. OUCH. With the first one I forgot the wisdom from the weekend, threw up my hands, let loose with a few poorly chosen words and danced like ol’ St. Vitus. The second came after I suited up and discovered that I had enclosed a bee inside my veil. She was unhappy and it cost her. When honeybees sting, their abdomen comes out along with the stinger. So they die.
I’m glad it’s finally happened. No more suspense. I didn’t die, so I imagine I’ll react better next time. Maybe.
While I was out there, I cleared the mulch from the garlic. They like this kind of cool, wet weather. We have daffodils breaking the surface. Unfortunately, our magnolia tree thinks it’s mid-April. That’s not good for its blooms.
The Awakening moon finds our land here doing just that.
Here’s something I’m playing around with. I think there’s a difference between living on the land and living with the land. To live on the land means we place our house there, perhaps a swing set, grass, maybe even a few flowers and trees, but our daily life happens on the land or in our dwelling. To live with the land means some engagement with your land’s seasonal changes. There’s something here I think.