Covid19 is still around. Kids are back at school. The house is quiet again.
What a surreal feeling.
It seems we’ve been in lockdown forever, yet it’s only been a few weeks. Time found a new way to compress and stretch, guided only by the sun rising and setting, meal times, (and school zoom meetings!). No rush to catch the school bus, no commuting to regular appointments, no trip to the library… just us, the farm, and time.
This was, I will admit, a wonderful feeling. Having time to do things, properly. Owning the day. Connecting with the usual in a deeper way. Finding wonder in the everyday.
This is how I found quite a number of solitary bees in the garden.
Leaf Cutter Bees. Teddy Bear Bees. Blue Banded Bees. Carpenter Bees. Resin Bees. Burrowing Bees. These creatures know a thing about isolation, going about their day in utter solitude, unaware of the discomfort this might otherwise cause other species, like ours. I sat for a long time watching them.
And as lockdown continued and our new routine crystallised, I started to feel like them: Secluded. Placid. Industrious. Aware.
Yes, aware. You’ve got to be aware when you’re very own survival depends solely on you. These creatures are tiny and vulnerable. A bird or a lizard could leap them out of life in an instant. This demands of these creatures a heightened ‘intelligence’. They indeed have to feel and analyse their surroundings and act about it simultaneously. Their vulnerability removes all the ‘non-essentials’ out of their lives. A trip out of the burrow is only meant to search for food (and a mate). Their only care in the world is to live and to shelter and feed their progeny.
I enjoyed being a solitary bee for a few months…
… but I guess it is time I return to being human again.
Stay safe. Stay aware.
Featured image by Erica Siegel – http://www.lfwseq.org.au