Bee and Wasp
I thought she was preparing herself for the flight. But to my surprise, she walked down the wooden beehive until she reached the ground.
I recently had the opportunity to make occasional visits to some beehives. I was curious about the life of bees. There was something about them being a group of many yet sharing one intelligence, one communication.I would stand at a distance, not too close, and observe the quiet yet busy activity of the colony .
One day, a bee caught my attention. I thought she was preparing herself for the flight. But to my surprise, she walked down the wooden beehive until she reached the ground. Instead of flying, she crawled on her legs. Instead of aiming high, she aimed low. There was a sense of ritual in her walking, as if she was heading somewhere. I watched her as she continued her non-stop walk away from the beehive. Her walk started to slow down as she began to die.
Almost immediately a wasp lande like a vulture. To my right, I watched the wasp devouring the bee. To my left I watched the busy beehive humming the rhythm of life. Bees and wasps are alike in shape and form ; they only differ in color. Wasps are yellow while bees are orange. Wasps can be a little taller than some bees. They are sisters in species.
While the wasp was eating the dying bee, the queen bee was laying eggs inside the beehive. The bee weaves the dance of life, and when her time comes, she walks alone to meet that other face, the wasp. The bee and the wasp are the two ends of the cyle of life and death.
With my heart silenced and my head bowed as if in prayer, I quietly left that sacred space.
by Shireen Maluf, www.nayyira.com