Disappearing Bees

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Chipkin

We held a sacred circle around an altar to the disappearing and dying bees. In the safe space of the circle, participants shared their feelings, concerns and impressions in response to the diminishing population of bees worldwide. Following this ritual, we walked to a nearby Redwood Grove, and in total silence, collected natural debris (twigs, branches, leaves, flowers, bark) and used it to create a beautiful offering. When the piece felt complete, one participant spontaneously offered her gift of improvisational violin as she moved around the circle. As she was finishing, the sun peeked through the treetops and cast its golden light exactly on the center of the image we had created as if to bless it!

We held a sacred circle around an altar to the disappearing and dying bees. In the safe space of the circle, participants shared their feelings, concerns and impressions in response to the diminishing population of bees worldwide. Following this ritual, we walked to a nearby Redwood Grove, and in total silence, collected natural debris (twigs, branches, leaves, flowers, bark) and used it to create a beautiful offering. When the piece felt complete, one participant spontaneously offered her gift of improvisational violin as she moved around the circle. As she was finishing, the sun peeked through the treetops and cast its golden light exactly on the center of the image we had created as if to bless it!

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