Silent Robbing, Sacred Joining
Today’s reflection is born from synchronicity and soft revelation. I opened Jacqueline Freeman’s Song of Increase and found myself immersed in this fascinating story—where bees communicate the state of their hive through a vibrational song that says either, “All is well in the world”—meaning they are vibrant, resourced, and in harmonious coherence, or “We’re doing the best we can”—meaning they’re stretched thin, tender, and vulnerable.
That question alone stopped me in my tracks.
This post begins with the opening lines of Chapter III: The Song of Communion, setting the tone for what unfolds next. I then move into a reading from pages 81–86—where a surprising act of what’s called “silent robbing” between two hives leads to a miraculous outcome—not of conflict, but unification. The bees, through collective harmony and vibrational coherence, form a new hive together. This unexpected compassion struck a deep chord in me.
It made me realize how much of what I'm seeing and hearing in the world right now is stuck in scarcity thinking, stuck in trying, stuck in the lens of “what’s wrong.” I saw how I’ve been caught in that too—and just like that, I remembered:
All is well in the world.
This isn’t just about bees. It’s about the way we vibrate together. It’s about the healing power of unity, timing, and listening to life’s subtle music.
As these morning musings unfold, I sense a deeper weaving taking place—threads of wisdom, reverence, and remembering coming together across books, voices, and hearts. It feels like the very unification this passage speaks of. Perhaps, in some mysterious way, we are beginning to join hives.
🎧 I've included links to more about Jacqueline Freeman and this beautiful book. I’ll be sharing more extended readings like this, along with shorter, spontaneous reflections—sometimes even recorded on morning walks with birdsong all around. This is just the beginning. Thank you for tuning in.
🐝 From the heart of the hive, the Queen Bee hums: *Keep close to what’s sweet, stay soft with what stings, and sing your truth into the field. 🌸 And if your offering has yet to be heard—may you still sing. The field is listening, even when others are not.
