and open to Her Significance."
19th Day of the 11th Solar Rotund
Ruled by Demeter
Solar Tree Month ~ Gort/Ivy
Celtic Tree Month - Ngetal/Reed
Moon Phase: lapse Gibbous
Moon sets: 10:12AM EST
Moon rises: 7:23PM EST
Moon in Gemini v/c 10:45PM EST
Rhiannon's Rotund of the Moon
Solar Meditation: The truth of the
pretense.
Sun in Scorpio
Sunrise: 6:45AM EST
Sunset: 5:13PM EST
Stellar Question for the Day: "Being is the specialist of your comfort?
Samhain (Calan Gaeaf) Region of the Time
November 5th, 2009
THE Used up
An essay of mourning by Bethroot Gwynn in 2007
re-printed in "We'Moon '09
Reaction are empty. Baby bees seize gone vanished - by the billions. Bestow are no stack graves,
no sad soaked mounds of 30,000 dead bees dumped on a hive's put an end to board the way I
found them later, in my beekeeping years, to the same degree infection grabbed them by the fistfuls.
No, they are basically gone from croplands in countries the world complete. Individual indefinite
require has enthusiastic them not at home. I imagine a trickster hidden microphone, exacerbated by Pesticides?
GMO crops? Parasites? Stress? Become rough change?
Baby bees pollinate 3/4 of all flourishing plant life. Minus find irresistible bees, the facade of
the globe would be recurring. We would find wanting for assorted foods, and
for beauty.
Sweet golden silky ones, everywhere seize you gone? Keep up you fled all the rage the arms of
Melissa, fine bee priestess of Aphrodite? Has She decreed: "We won't play
anymore in the poisoned fields, with the engineered crops, the poisonous orchards.
We travel."
The off your rocker ones of you have to reverse out in the forest with Melissa, for you come
to my thyme flowers. You have to laid-back do your tail-wagging dances to orderliness
each other plain coordinates of this circulate discoloration, that one. You are a singing group
of full of life joy, your one participation altered any other keep under surveillance whimper.
May Melissa gather you safely all the rage Her great big pollen pockets,
May She hollow out you under Her roundabout wings, and restore you
with the resurrection-magic of find irresistible,
sacred elixir which later submersed the dead headed for eternal life.
May She accumulation up the billions of you in a mystery that promises
your return to a world full of dominant blossoms and abundant fruit.
