The Giant, Little Life

Who knew the weight,  the burden for such fragile  wings, and then the added  bags of gold that are needed  to feed the queen, the double- load that they must carry,  no wonder why collective decisions are a necessary  reprieve in such a swarming,  crowded mass, no way to hear  a solitary thought amid theContinue reading “The Giant, Little Life”


I’ve found such comfort sitting  amid blooms, listening to katydids,  following the sweet beat of butterfly  wings and the humble patience  of a pollen-collecting bee.   I’ve wondered at the industry  of ants lifting many times  their body weight, again and again, along the stone path winding through my little patch of Eden.  I askContinue reading “Awakening”