Ahhh…I love the photo you took, the imprint on hands…the pen, the words…written, not typed. I have spent time watching bees like the one in your photo. I have never taken so much time to watch before. They dance. It looks fun to be a bee.
Thanks Terra! I appreciate you reading and reaching out! I hope you are bee-ing and buzzing well in England still! Finding the edges of all those circles. Blessings 🙏❤️
Love your thoughts on creativity and how we can tap into a matrix around us! I really think when we are able to still our mind, purify our thinking then we can tap into that realm. As you’re doing so well, my friend.
Thanks Mo! I’ve got a different drawing on this Proctor style yet a little different. Keep tapping into the realm! Hope all is well. Thanks for reading and reaching out. 🙏❤️
Thank you for this amazing piece, Jamie and sharing your world of words with us! It is truly beeautiful! I feel the buzzing of presence dancing in my bones after listening to your post. The picture of your hand is a poem itself. They tell a story of a thousand lifetimes. 💕
What if creativity is always possible, never to search for, only to find? What if creativity is waiting just behind - plain sight? ... I love this view Jamie, and I wholeheartedly agree. We are creativity, we are the poem and plugging into our essence frees the flow of words. 🤩
We are the poem! Thanks as always Sadhbh! Thank you for leaving the authentic life of words! I hope all is well as you poet in Ireland! Great post this week! 🙏❤️
Also, your poem perfectly mirrors the buzzing sound of bees, as they pause when sitting on a flower and fly again into the air, ready to find the next flower. Sometimes I feel that the words find me like this as well. In the silence of the pause I receive a nudge and while I fly from flower to flower I pick up syllables, metaphors and rhymes. I also love how we as poets spread our words while nourishing ourselves with our craft, just like the bees are pollinating the flowers 💐
As a Poetry Channeller you know this world! You live in those spaces! The sound of bees. Thank you so much. The words find us. Sometimes we just set them free. 🙏❤️🐝
Bee-autiful! Like pollen, your words drift like gold dust across the page, carried on the spiralling breath of silence, settling into unseen corners of myself, becoming - root, stem, flower, verse. 🐝
I look up and see you there Dear Poet, inside the hush, beneath your cosmic hood of space, where planets shimmer and stars weave ink across the sky. I watch the bees hum at the edges of it, gold-thread messengers whispering to the universe, drifting between words and worlds, pollen-specked verses gathering in eternal spirals. 🐝
A rare comet passes, dragging ink across the heavens, while my own words - like dust - lift from forgotten constellations. The poet is not bee-keeper but bee, moved by rhythms deeper than time, shaped by unseen winds, guided to the next word, the next sound. As bees hum, ink moves, stars breathe, and somewhere between silence and sound, a poem is born. 🐝
And then - when I looked at the photo of your hand, I did a double take. It looks so much like my own, with similar lines and shape, as if mapping the same unseen stories written into skin, soul. As if summoned by the hum itself, I'm reminded of my name - Deborah, meaning 'bee' - and felt moved to reach for poetry's pen, respond to the sound of bees, which to me is the sound of home. 🐝
Thank you so much Jamie for mapping the cosmos with your pollen-scattered words and hands - for tracing forgotten constellations and spilling golden nectar into my waiting hands. 🐝❤️🙏
Bees of the invisible! Hands of poems. Songs of stars. The space of flesh. The soul of place. Always a journey in. Between. Sometimes we need a guide to be be amazed. A map. Thanks Deborah for being here. Breaking language open. To be found on the other side of words. 🙏❤️🐝
Thanks so much for today's inspiration, Jamie, aka the buzzing bard! Naturally, a bee has found herself humming through the pages of the new story I'm writing. 🙏❤️🐝
Hi Jamie, what a beautiful song; a poetic prose of existence, exploring our philosophic notions and the knowing we are ... to surrender, to the multidimensional experiences we sense and glimpse, through feeling — the essence of being that is so beautifully weaved here. Yes, harmonic, vibrational resonance — beyond time - space - place. The eternal. The poem is just stunning. WOW. 🙏 ✍️ 🌀 💚
Thanks Simone! That journey from space to place is right inside of us! The blinds move to the sound of bees! Thanks for guiding us there in your writing. Thanks for stepping into the space of mine! Resonating. Being. The eternal is now! Indeed. Thanks for your support -Enjoy autumn! 🙏❤️🐝
Yes, indeed it is inside us. Honey holds the codes of bee-ing, it is in my morning coffee everyday 😋, l think it is a super power 🙏. The eternal is now, thank you too … we are all buzzing in a resonance, in a multidimensional field - l can feel the energy of it. How sweet, l do love the poem. 💚
the humming of a swarm of bees ~ we had the privilege of hearing it once when a swarm arrived in our courtyard. We went outside to watch and listen in awe (while our neighbours closed their windows and doors, staring out in fear from behind double panes of glass)
Once heard never to forget.
Your words hum, in my ears, like a buzz of akenning... 🙏 🐝
A buzz of akenning! That deeper humming of resonance. It finds us if we are brave enough to step into another way of seeing. Looking. Reaching. Akenning. Thanks for bee-ing here Veronika! You certainly do help fill this hive of knowledge! 🙏❤️🐝
✨Wednesday, June 18, 4-5 p.m. PDT / 7-8 p.m. EDT. Zoom Launch of Ordinary / Moving: "enormously readable and inviting, full of warmth and insight, humour and humility, story and song.” https://www.silverbowpublishing.com/ordinary-moving.
Meeting ID: 864 5676 7703 Passcode: 00001. Join the Q & A !
✨Saturday, June 28, 11:30 a.m.-1 pm. Celebrate Sounds of the Forest: Cello and Poetry Reading with Luc Julian and Penn Kemp at Meadowlily Farm, 25 Meadowlily Road South. Free but please register here:
I'm delighted to perform with my favorite cellist, Luc Julian. Such a collaboration at Meadowlily is a joy, since my poetry explores environmental concerns, delighting in multimedia. My reading is supported by the League of Canadian Poets and the Canada Council for the Arts
Yes yes yes. Buzz buzz buzz. 🐝 I fly about with joyful buzzy glee Jamie reading your musings and poetry. So hard to put this kind of thing into words but you seem to do it effortlessly and
"by fluctuating waves
rising and falling
into the surging tides
of expression."
Intimacy. Into-me-I-see. Never saw that before and it so makes sense!
Love the Rilke quote “we are the bees of the invisible”. 💜
Thanks Jo! Thanks for Bee-ing here! Into-me-I-see. The gift of poetic inquiry. The space. The place. Thank you for all of your support. Stay warm down there. 🙏❤️🐝
Wow, this is so beautiful, silence expressed in such a bountiful and abundant way. The humming of bees, weaved through your writing is what feels to be an almost a lyrical meditation, an ode to beauty. Thank you!
Ahhh…I love the photo you took, the imprint on hands…the pen, the words…written, not typed. I have spent time watching bees like the one in your photo. I have never taken so much time to watch before. They dance. It looks fun to be a bee.
Thanks Terra! I appreciate you reading and reaching out! I hope you are bee-ing and buzzing well in England still! Finding the edges of all those circles. Blessings 🙏❤️
Thank you Jamie. It is magical here which suits me well. I know you know.
Love your thoughts on creativity and how we can tap into a matrix around us! I really think when we are able to still our mind, purify our thinking then we can tap into that realm. As you’re doing so well, my friend.
Thanks Mo! I’ve got a different drawing on this Proctor style yet a little different. Keep tapping into the realm! Hope all is well. Thanks for reading and reaching out. 🙏❤️
Thank you for this amazing piece, Jamie and sharing your world of words with us! It is truly beeautiful! I feel the buzzing of presence dancing in my bones after listening to your post. The picture of your hand is a poem itself. They tell a story of a thousand lifetimes. 💕
Thanks Sadhbh! Yes, to Hands! I love the lines on palms! Rivers of soul! Thank you for always diving in! 🙏❤️
What if creativity is always possible, never to search for, only to find? What if creativity is waiting just behind - plain sight? ... I love this view Jamie, and I wholeheartedly agree. We are creativity, we are the poem and plugging into our essence frees the flow of words. 🤩
We are the poem! Thanks as always Sadhbh! Thank you for leaving the authentic life of words! I hope all is well as you poet in Ireland! Great post this week! 🙏❤️
Also, your poem perfectly mirrors the buzzing sound of bees, as they pause when sitting on a flower and fly again into the air, ready to find the next flower. Sometimes I feel that the words find me like this as well. In the silence of the pause I receive a nudge and while I fly from flower to flower I pick up syllables, metaphors and rhymes. I also love how we as poets spread our words while nourishing ourselves with our craft, just like the bees are pollinating the flowers 💐
As a Poetry Channeller you know this world! You live in those spaces! The sound of bees. Thank you so much. The words find us. Sometimes we just set them free. 🙏❤️🐝
They do. We just need to hold the pen, gentle, like you hold the pen in your picture
Upside down lol!
Bee-autiful! Like pollen, your words drift like gold dust across the page, carried on the spiralling breath of silence, settling into unseen corners of myself, becoming - root, stem, flower, verse. 🐝
I look up and see you there Dear Poet, inside the hush, beneath your cosmic hood of space, where planets shimmer and stars weave ink across the sky. I watch the bees hum at the edges of it, gold-thread messengers whispering to the universe, drifting between words and worlds, pollen-specked verses gathering in eternal spirals. 🐝
A rare comet passes, dragging ink across the heavens, while my own words - like dust - lift from forgotten constellations. The poet is not bee-keeper but bee, moved by rhythms deeper than time, shaped by unseen winds, guided to the next word, the next sound. As bees hum, ink moves, stars breathe, and somewhere between silence and sound, a poem is born. 🐝
And then - when I looked at the photo of your hand, I did a double take. It looks so much like my own, with similar lines and shape, as if mapping the same unseen stories written into skin, soul. As if summoned by the hum itself, I'm reminded of my name - Deborah, meaning 'bee' - and felt moved to reach for poetry's pen, respond to the sound of bees, which to me is the sound of home. 🐝
Thank you so much Jamie for mapping the cosmos with your pollen-scattered words and hands - for tracing forgotten constellations and spilling golden nectar into my waiting hands. 🐝❤️🙏
Bees of the invisible! Hands of poems. Songs of stars. The space of flesh. The soul of place. Always a journey in. Between. Sometimes we need a guide to be be amazed. A map. Thanks Deborah for being here. Breaking language open. To be found on the other side of words. 🙏❤️🐝
Thanks so much for today's inspiration, Jamie, aka the buzzing bard! Naturally, a bee has found herself humming through the pages of the new story I'm writing. 🙏❤️🐝
Hi Jamie, what a beautiful song; a poetic prose of existence, exploring our philosophic notions and the knowing we are ... to surrender, to the multidimensional experiences we sense and glimpse, through feeling — the essence of being that is so beautifully weaved here. Yes, harmonic, vibrational resonance — beyond time - space - place. The eternal. The poem is just stunning. WOW. 🙏 ✍️ 🌀 💚
Thanks Simone! That journey from space to place is right inside of us! The blinds move to the sound of bees! Thanks for guiding us there in your writing. Thanks for stepping into the space of mine! Resonating. Being. The eternal is now! Indeed. Thanks for your support -Enjoy autumn! 🙏❤️🐝
Yes, indeed it is inside us. Honey holds the codes of bee-ing, it is in my morning coffee everyday 😋, l think it is a super power 🙏. The eternal is now, thank you too … we are all buzzing in a resonance, in a multidimensional field - l can feel the energy of it. How sweet, l do love the poem. 💚
An alchemy of being. Honey. Poetry. Doors. Sipping away ☕️ as we speak! 🙏❤️🍯
Yes, alchemy - a knowing that runs in us - waves that carry thought in its moment, the words thus felt before they hit the page 🙏🏼💙✍🏻
the humming of a swarm of bees ~ we had the privilege of hearing it once when a swarm arrived in our courtyard. We went outside to watch and listen in awe (while our neighbours closed their windows and doors, staring out in fear from behind double panes of glass)
Once heard never to forget.
Your words hum, in my ears, like a buzz of akenning... 🙏 🐝
A buzz of akenning! That deeper humming of resonance. It finds us if we are brave enough to step into another way of seeing. Looking. Reaching. Akenning. Thanks for bee-ing here Veronika! You certainly do help fill this hive of knowledge! 🙏❤️🐝
The deeper humming of resonance ~ akenning ~ I love that! What a great definition.
I'm truly amazed and in awe at how this word is creating itself anew, claiming its place in our vocabulary through the humming of resonance...
Creating a buzz in the hive of knowledge seems to be part of my bee-ing... stirring a re-buzz in my creative soul too ❤️ 🐝
Ahhhh, Jamie….. I have just recovered the time that set me in my current course. The words find us….. all we have to do is let them out
Masterful writing/listening/being, my friend. What a great read before meditating. I will let those words take me back to the Source.
Thanks Janaka!! Coming from you. that’s one hell of a big compliment! 🙏❤️
When buds buzz them in,
beckoned bees show up buzzing.
Intimate breathing.
Bees spread the pollen
The flower turns to nectar
To hive to honey
🙏❤️🐝
Thanks Marisol
beautiful stuff
Thanks Domo!
Lovely.
Thanks Penn! Summer
Has finally arrived here in the forest city! 🙏❤️
With a BANG! Join me, Jamie:
✨Wednesday, June 18, 4-5 p.m. PDT / 7-8 p.m. EDT. Zoom Launch of Ordinary / Moving: "enormously readable and inviting, full of warmth and insight, humour and humility, story and song.” https://www.silverbowpublishing.com/ordinary-moving.
Contact: host Meaghan <hackinen.meaghan@gmail.com> .
Join Zoom Meeting: https://us06web.zoom.us/j/86456767703?
Meeting ID: 864 5676 7703 Passcode: 00001. Join the Q & A !
✨Saturday, June 28, 11:30 a.m.-1 pm. Celebrate Sounds of the Forest: Cello and Poetry Reading with Luc Julian and Penn Kemp at Meadowlily Farm, 25 Meadowlily Road South. Free but please register here:
https://www.thamestalbotlandtrust.ca/p2n2024_soundsoftheforest, Contact: Darby Alderson, Administration and Engagement Coordinator, <darby.alderson@ttlt.ca>, (519) 858-3442. Thames Talbot Land Trust P.O. Box 25054 London, ON N6C 6A8. www.thamestalbotlandtrust.ca
https://www.thamestalbotlandtrust.ca/passport_to_nature.
I'm delighted to perform with my favorite cellist, Luc Julian. Such a collaboration at Meadowlily is a joy, since my poetry explores environmental concerns, delighting in multimedia. My reading is supported by the League of Canadian Poets and the Canada Council for the Arts
Wow, thanks for the invitation. I’ll try to make it!
This piece found me at the perfect moment! Thank you, Jamie. It's a very beautiful poem also 🐝💗
Thanks Caroline 🙏❤️
Yes yes yes. Buzz buzz buzz. 🐝 I fly about with joyful buzzy glee Jamie reading your musings and poetry. So hard to put this kind of thing into words but you seem to do it effortlessly and
"by fluctuating waves
rising and falling
into the surging tides
of expression."
Intimacy. Into-me-I-see. Never saw that before and it so makes sense!
Love the Rilke quote “we are the bees of the invisible”. 💜
Thanks Jo! Thanks for Bee-ing here! Into-me-I-see. The gift of poetic inquiry. The space. The place. Thank you for all of your support. Stay warm down there. 🙏❤️🐝
Wow, this is so beautiful, silence expressed in such a bountiful and abundant way. The humming of bees, weaved through your writing is what feels to be an almost a lyrical meditation, an ode to beauty. Thank you!