Not to Bee

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Since this is a paper wasp and not a bee, well, it was not to . . . :-)

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BeeWare

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Bee Still

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The Come and the Go of It

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Friends come and go—

but when they are “come,” you never suspect the “go.”

So . . . how many secrets, shared in trust, walk out the door with that one—that one with whom I had felt such kindred kindness.

It might make me more guarded—you would think—to shelter

closer the bleeding things that make me defenseless, to not so easily show my tender underbelly,

my transparent self,

to the next maybe-transient friend.  But

the trick is I keep wanting the forever kind of friend, and I keep investing the bloody bits of my private self because

hope has a hard time dying to the thought that perhaps,

just perhaps

there exists the friend-kind that will never walk away, carrying my treasures and trash with them.

This longing for the lasting: This is, I suppose, a longing for the eternal, and

I will ever be disappointed that it is not…

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Intricate

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And Then

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Sometimes, I despair of living—it is too much work, too much pain—and even empathy for others’ pain is a weight,

and then my grandchild smiles, and the sleepy weight of her softness nestles deep into my chest—

and then the hummingbird flies iridescent, and dives and drinks and soars, lifting high my spirit—

and then my look-alike grand shakes her wily will and shows to the world that she does not need a village, but she does need a grandma.

And then a song moves in and through me and weight becomes weightless in the expression,

in the worship, but

the hunger to be free and home pulls strong,

and the release of material things gets easier, iron fingers opening,

and

the longing comes . . .

and then I feel your arms and your need and love that has been built on the ragged edge of two broken personalities,

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Still Life?

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Still life

after all these disappointments–after all this pain.

Gale force life knocked me off my feet, and I close my eyes

tightly

so as not to see.  But  I still feel.

I feel the cuts and abrasions, grief warring with peace,

black tangling with rosy light–and

still with all of it, I land sure-footed, and

still there is life.

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Attention, all! See the marvels of God!
    He plants flowers and trees all over the earth,
Bans war from pole to pole,
    breaks all the weapons across his knee.
“Step out of the traffic! Take a long,
    loving look at me, your High God,
    above politics, above everything.”    ~~Psalm 46: 8-10 (The Message)

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Bano’s last pose

The end of the story………………

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A Never-ending Love Story

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I was sitting with camera out on my plant ledge by the front bird feeder, hoping to catch sight of Bano, the hummingbird that we rescued.  I had seen her the day before along with mama.  She is definitely on the scene and still caring for our wee one, so it is the best of outcomes. She is free and safe and well-fed.

I saw Bano up on a higher branch at first, then she flew into the bushes where I could not see her.  All of a sudden, there was this whirring motion of two birds spiraling downward in a synchronized falling, but not.  It was baby bird and mama, and so it was more corralling than falling, mama trying to control her baby.  She landed on the wood chips about a foot and a half from my feet and then with mama’s “encouraging word,” she was…

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The Ongoing Love Triangle

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When I was able to see baby Bano in the care of his mama, I was happy, and I thought that was the end of the story, but . . .

I went out a couple of days ago and caught a glimpse of her.  Mama is still there, too, and is feeding off my feeder and apparently still caring for her young one.  Whether her original nest is that close or whether she is just keeping baby where she found her, I don’t know.  But one thing is for sure, I have visitation rights!  I still have no idea how she got so far down the street–so far afield.

I went out yesterday with my camera to see if I could spot baby.  Mama was close by, doing her patterned flybys close at my face.  So I knew she was still protecting her.  Then all of a sudden I…

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