The Field of Grief

The Field of Grief

Last night I woke in the dark with a strong feeling moving through me.

It was not a thought.
It was an energy field.

A deep and heavy field of grief.

The grief did not feel like it belonged only to me. It felt older than that, wider than that, as if I had stepped into something that already existed.

Within this field the bees were present. Their grief from years and years of human harm.

Their grief touched my grief and in that meeting there was an understanding. Grief is not only about loss. It is also a point of movement or evolution in life. A place where something must change.

Grief can move us forward or backward.

It can close us down into despair and depression, or it can open a doorway into learning to live differently. Grief carries deep wisdom.

As I rested inside this feeling I sensed other presences too. The Ancient Mother and the San were there.

They were not separate from the field. They were part of it, carrying the long memory of what it means to live close to the earth.

They felt like guides, like witnesses, and also like participants in the same great field of life and loss.

In that space time did not feel linear. Past and present seemed to exist together, as if grief itself connects generations across the living world.

The bees, the ancestors, the earth and myself were all touching the same current.

It was a raw and deeply sad feeling, yet there was also a quiet understanding within it.

Grief is part of how life evolves.

It asks us to change.

To learn new ways of being.

To move slowly and carefully toward a different relationship with the living world.

And now is the time to evolve our relationship with the bees.
To bring it back to what it once was — one of right relation, respect and honouring.

This is the wisdom of the Wild Bee Reserve.
It is the root of transformation.
A new paradigm of care.

Or simply a revolutionary act of love