If you reach your hand back into the mythscapes of history, you will find, over and over, the story of the sacred other. The lover. The Twin. The Sister. The Brother. The Sacred Adversary. The Mirror. The Queen and her King.
I’m about to board another flight to London. I seriously can not wait for scones and tea at No. 9 on the Green in Wimborne. I am visualizing pouring cream into a saucer as I write. Heaven.
This week my inbox has been full of panicked emails from beekeepers loosing their hives. October and November is the time many hives die. This can be for a number of reasons and happens whether you treat your hives for varroa mites not. Honey bees are a threatened species. All of our pollinators are, which means all of life is threatened. It’s a lot to contend with emotionally.
I’d like to take a moment to talk about why Feminist Beekeeping is a thing at all.
First, let’s understand a few things.
1. We are all struggling with language and the meaning behind words.
California is burning. Greece is burning. Norway is burning. England is burning. The land is hot, cracked, brittle. The veins feel feeble, dry. As a child of California, I know fire season, but not like this.
How Male Beekeepers Can Be Allies For The Female Beekeepers In Their Lives:
If my mood were a snake today, I’m pretty sure you’d find me curled under a rock, rattling my tail.
No one did anything. It’s just a combination of hormonal tides being governed by lunar sway. Call it the wild bleeding through.
I was speaking with a friend today about the nature of range management and the restoration of California grasslands. Thinking about what California used to be like when the land was stewarded by its people. Thinking about the effects of non-native grasses or the loss of habitatfor our wild creatures.
I woke up Monday morning to sirens, smoke and a litany of texts from concerned family and friends. The first text I read was from my housemate telling me Santa Rosa, the city where I live, was on fire. The city itself. Within minutes I was dressed and throwing belonging into my car, searching the blackened skyline for flames, and trying to find out if I was in immediate danger.