“This is a test of the emergency broadcast system. This station, in cooperation with the Federal government, is conducting this test. Were this a real emergency, you would have been instructed where to tune into in your local area to receive further information and instruction. This is only a test.”
Fire drills; nuclear preparedness. Some events in life should come with warnings.
Yesterday was an interesting day. It began with me remembering that 11 years ago to the day, Mothers Day then and now, my own mom gave up her struggle to beat cancer and slid away into that dark unknown.
I still miss her. The wound has scarred over and healed, but the loss is still great. No one ever warned me that fond, old memories could char with as great a pain as fresh ones. But it is the sadness of life that makes the good things so sweet, right? Kind of like adding salt to a cake, or sour to a pickle.
I went outside yesterday into the morning sunshine to find one of my beehives swarming. I had never witnessed a swarm before. What a noise! The bees come boiling out of the hive and formed a reverse cyclone – spinning tighter and tighter, as they rose up in the sky, up and over the treetops, until they were gone from my vision. It was sad to see them go, even though I knew they went off to provide a better life for the rest of the colony they left behind. Their leaving, though, was incredibly awesome and dramatic. I hated to see them swarm. I loved to see them swarm.
They are lost to me, yet they will go on. Bees are resilient. Lessons to be learned there. Within a couple of hours, the hive was back to business, calm and organized. Me too.
Things like this make me want to be more like a bee.