Good morning, Honeybees!
Sometimes our Sunday Best requires little commentary – such is the case this week. I would only add, perhaps this poem should come before our Valéry reading from earlier this month!  Roots, then wings.

How surely gravity’s law,

strong as an ocean current,

takes hold of even the strongest thing

and pulls it toward the heart of the world.

Each thing –

each stone, blossom, child –

is held in place.

Only we, in our arrogance,

push out beyond what we belong to

for some empty freedom.

If we surrendered

to earth’s intelligence

we could rise up rooted, like trees.

Instead we entangle ourselves

in knots of our own making

and struggle, lonely and confused.

So, like children, we begin again

to learn from the things,

because they are in God’s heart;

they have never left him.

This is what the things can teach us:

to fall,

patiently to trust our heaviness.

Even a bird has to do that

before he can fly.

       – Rainer Maria Rilke, Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy

Dear Honeybees, I wish you strong roots, and I wish you strong rising.