Last Night I Dreamt…

My first remembered dream of 2019 was of bees. I kid you not.

I do dream, but haven’t been remembering them much of late.

But this one was blessedly clear, imprinted in living color on my memory as I awoke. I was left with a peaceful, joyful feeling as the dream washed away in the chill dawn of morn. I entitled it “Bees in the Kitchen”.

I am in the old farmhouse kitchen of my childhood. My tiniest hive of bees is just sitting there on the kitchen counter. They have died. I am storing them there. Suddenly, a bee begins to emerge from the doorway..than another…and another…and another! There are bees flying around the kitchen and I am amazed! Mom is there, but continues to cook, seemingly unperturbed by the bees in her kitchen. I tell one of my brother’s to help me seal them up so we can move them outside. I notice they are clinging to the hive and buzzing about, but not too far from their hive mates. They are alive! My bees have resurrected!

The world of dreams is one of my favorites. In a dreary, despairing world which often has way too much bad news, the night forest of our dreamworlds are populated with fantastical creatures, unexpected twists of fate, places, people that make no living sense in our waking days.

This dream was particularly comforting since the tiny hive featured in my December video did actually die. Some of you might remember me laying my head on the heartbeat of the hive, feeling the warmth in late November, noting the stirrings of a still living hive.

With a few cold snaps and 20 degree nights, I went to check them. They had perished. There was something so poignant about the demise of this tender little hive. I had nourished them into the Fall, hoping upon hope that they would grow large enough to make it through. It wasn’t to be. Their death matched my own dark feelings at the end of the year. I sobbed.

But as 2019 dawned, my bees were alive and well in the the dream time.

This vision will live in my imagination and tide me over until April when I can pop the tops of my bee hives to peek and see if my bigger, stronger colonies survived.

The mythical bees of my dream world reminded me that life springs eternal, even in the midst of death. Bees, as the messengers of resurrection, abundance, and fertility in many traditional and religious cultures, are icons of new life, of the coming Spring —even if the coldness around is daunting.

…Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart. ”

Antonio Machado (1875-1939)

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They say it takes a village to raise a child.

Or 80,000 honeybees to raise a village.

Or a “hive mind” to solve the bee crisis.

You, my intrepid readers and supporters, are that Hive Mind. Many acting in one accord for the good of all.

Thank you friends, for your incredible generosity and support of Think Like a Bee this season. Some gave a little, A few gave a lot, but all gave some. I am humbled and deeply grateful. We have raised $2,500 to date from you, our pollinator community and beehive of support! Wahoo!

Think Like A Bee continues to seek how to act on behalf of honeybee and native bee issues—and since bees are “the canaries in the mine” for humans, it benefits you too!

For 2019, Think Like a Bee has identified a clean and healthy watershed (soil, water and air) for bees, pollinators, plants, critters and humans alike. Continuous habitat corridors around our city/town and forage availability all through the season are also critical.

To these ends we will initiate our #feedpollinators project with the City of Albuquerque in 2019 as well as our Rio Grande Watershed documentary, which will put students on the ground with land based communities —learning the issues as they interview. Look for the documentary trailer in 2019! It will come about thanks to what you have given financially!

May we continue to stick together and work for the commons in this new year.

I see many waking up from the hubris of profit driven greed, celebrity status, a fossil fuel economy and entitlement. May this precious gem of our blue green planet daily inspire us to value the ordinary sacred acts of many and the whole of our diverse biotic community. We have been gifted this incredible life for only a minute in the larger arc of time.

We have the world to live in on the condition that we will take good care of it. And to take good care of it, we have to know it. And to know it and to be willing to take care of it, we have to love it.

Wendell Berry (

Happy New Year!

Rio Grande Story Project

We have come to the end of our funding year. In 2019 we will continue our advocacy with City Hall and our #feedpollinators habitat expansion program, partnering with schools. We hope to continue our summer youth farming intern program to learn about pollinators and healthy food systems.

We have plans already in the works to complete a Rio Grande Watershed Documentary in 2019, to use as a teaching tool. A little seed money has allowed us to begin it with students at Taos UNM Media Arts Program….knowing that we must get the word out about our precious and fragile, threatened high desert watershed in New Mexico. We will shine a spotlight on the Mother of all rivers, the Rio Grande, endangered by fracking, industrial toxins and drought. Her waters sustain our foodshed, fill our faucets, feed the soil and critters and basically nourish our bodies and souls with beauty and recreation.

As we interview land based elders and Indigenous leaders, who live on a shoestring, we will give them generous honorariums to continue their work of seed sovereignty, Rio Grande water protector, organic farmer. For Pollinator sand human alike, water is life.

Think Like A Bee may be small, but like the hive, we are mighty in what we are accomplishing together in the local community!

We are the people we have been waiting for—now, in this 21st century— to preserve our watershed for bee, critter, plant, soil and human communities alike— seven generations hence.

Thank you for caring and showing your support through a donation in this generous season of light. We realize there are many options calling your name for end of the year gifts. The need is great…but consider this, Think Like A Bee donations will be plowed back into our local community. We have next to no overhead. We subsist on the generosity of people’s time, talent and kind gifts. Our goal is $5000.

Think Like A Bee is incorporated with the IRS as a 501-C(3), Federal Tax id #81-0856887. All financial gifts are tax exempt and gratefully accepted by PayPal donations or by check to: Think Like A Bee, 410 Morningside Dr. SE, Albuquerque, NM 87108


With 40-50% losses of honeybees annually, your support of Think Like A Bee is contributing to the care of these tiniest of invertebrates everywhere. All insects, including bees are the keystones and building blocks of a healthy food system.

We face a Bugapocalypse.

…Thank you for being a part of the Hive Mind! The solution is how we work together to educate, advocate and create new ways of living in cooperation with all beings on this planet!

Earth Reproduced?


Winter Solstice is upon us. An earthly turning.

Daylight melts into the darkest night of the year…even as humans kindle their artificial lights in this “Season of lights”.

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I have many reflections about this magnificent, unequaled, intelligent planet of ours as the year comes to an end.

My thoughts come on the heels of COP24 in Katowice, Poland. Otherwise known as the Conference of Parties, this is an effort by Governments and nations to address climate change. The first one was 24 years ago in Berlin Germany. It came on the heels of the 1989 Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change. The scientific community reported that global warming was due to increased carbon emissions. It was a manmade event.

Here we are 24 years later. Are we closer to a carbon neutral future? Can we even begin to imagine the catastrophic tipping point of rising temperatures in our carefully balanced biosphere?

There have been luminous individuals in these 24 years that humans have been at it—even as the rich and powerful nations desperately avoid responsibility in order to save their “lifestyles”, while the poor and drowning nations ring the alarm.

Prophets have arisen in their hometowns.

This year it was a young 15 year old Swedish girl. A prophetess. Greta Thunberg is a serious student of climate change. She has lived through a depression in her short life as she came to understand the science and the alarming apocalypse humans are bringing upon this beautiful and precious blue-green planet and all inhabitants. Our home. Her grief about this human driven 6th Great Extinction of Species has made her a tireless advocate.


This past weekend I watched an interview with the 1968 Apollo 8 astronaut crew called Earth Rise.

A photo they took has become one of the most reproduced photo ever.

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The astronaut’s voices were thick with emotion for their home as they saw the brilliant blue-green and white marble rising from deep in the inky black void of outer space. Compared to the cold grey starkness of the Moon’s surface, our planet drew their eyes over and over.

The astronauts knew they were being shot into space by NASA to study the moon, but over and over, they photographed planet Earth. They wondered aloud why we weren’t more fascinated by our own biosphere than the Moon—the only one we know that can support life in our universe.

With a newfound love of their “home”, the astronauts conveyed with hushed reverence how this view of Earth from the moon changed them. It was akin to a “religious” experience.

On this Winter Solstice in the northern hemisphere, December 21 at 5:23pm EST, as the bees hang heavy in the pitch blackness of their hives, exuding infrared heat, thousands upon thousands of vibrating bodies trying to survive til Spring….

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Go into the darkness. Sit with all the creatures who know that darkness also has a heartbeat. Let the comforting blackness and velveteen inky depths of that dark night of Solstice draw you deeply into her womb.

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

—Wendell Berry

Then, kindle a flame as though to illumine the earth rising.


Pray for the courage and the wisdom to act in this new year with the young ones, the wild ones, the creaturely ones who are leading us to a new earth rising.

We can not reproduce this planet.



Think Like A Bee is incorporated with the IRS as a 501-C(3), Federal Tax id #81-0856887. All financial gifts are tax exempt and gratefully accepted by PayPal donations or by check to: 410 Morningside Dr. SE, Albuquerque, NM 87108

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(Year End) Ode to Think Like A Bee

It’s the end of the year, 2018, and I’m feeling somewhat sentimental as I remember the long, warm, late summer bee days of light.




Now it’s fireside days…we huddle for warmth, kindling twinkly lights in the windows in expectation of the darkness that has been creeping slowly towards Winter Solstice…




My beehives, bless them, are supposed to be wrapped in the cold days of winter, moving in and out as a radiating, vibrating ball of light and heat. But it’s not so. The warming climate means they are flying almost year round. As the sun reaches her winter zenith here in the Southwest, days can heat up to a very comfy 45-50 degrees F. The bees are beckoned to come out and seek food. They burn up precious fuel, both in stored honey and invertebrate energy.

Honey Bee in Flight

Honey bee caught in flight in the garden at La Quinetire, Buais, Normandy, France


I visited my hives this past weekend with Calli.


The amazing Calli Russell  @

Calli is living with the TiLT community this year (Taos Initiative for Learning Together). As a videographer and documentary maker, she has graciously offered her skills to make an end of the year video for Think Like A Bee.

Meanwhile, alongside the hives with bees buzzing lazily around their entrances this weekend, I checked out my tiniest hive. Hoping against hope that her royal highness and queen’s court, would still have a beating heart.

Calli recorded what we found…




Watch for the complete video, with many more Think Like A Bee friends, coming to you in December!




We invite you to support Think Like A Bee in this generous season of light. There are many options calling your name for end of the year gifts, the need is great….but consider this, Think Like a Bee donations will be plowed back into our local community. We have next to no overhead. We subsist on the generosity of people’s time, talent and donations. Our goal is to raise $5000.

We have come to the end of our funding year, with a mere $2,000 in the bank and plans already in the works to complete a Rio Grande Watershed Documentary in 2019, to use as a teaching tool. A little seed money has allowed us to begin it….knowing that we must get the word out about our precious and fragile, threatened high desert watershed in New Mexico. We will shine a spotlight on the Rio Grande, which sustains our foodshed,  fills our faucets, feeds the soil and critters and basically nourishes our bodies and souls with beauty and recreation.

As we interview land based elders and Indigenous leaders, who usually live on a shoestring,  we will give them generous honorariums to continue their work of seed sovereignty, Rio Grande water protector, organic farmer.   Think Like A Bee may be small, but like the hive, we are mighty in what we are accomplishing together in the local community!


Mother of all rivers here in the New Mexico, The Rio Grande is also one of the most endangered rivers in the world. Fracking, Industrial waste, agriculture and development threaten her life, and ours.

For Pollinator and human alike, water is life.

We are the people we have been waiting for—now, in this 21st century— to preserve our watershed for bee, critter, plant, soil and human communities alike— seven generations hence.

Think Like A Bee is incorporated with the IRS as a 501-C(3), Federal Tax id #81-0856887. All financial gifts are tax exempt and gratefully accepted by PayPal donations or by check to: Think Like A Bee, 410 Morningside Dr. SE, Albuquerque, NM 87108



Lament for a Watershed

Do you know the watershed in which you live?


Here in New Mexico, Albuquerque is located in the Middle Rio Grande Watershed. This River was named for its grandeur and size. Today the Rio Grande continues to support agriculture, recreation, culture and the health of human and all biotic life, though she is shrinking.

The Rio Grande is one of the most endangered rivers in not only North America, but globally.  Human exploitation—development, toxic industrial waste, agriculture —threaten her on every front.

This ribbon of water in a drought ridden state is critical for our food supply, health, and security.  If we continue to destroy this source of water—through the insanity of proposed fracking and the current poisonous, radioactive plumes from Los Alamos Nuclear Lab  —we will compromise all life along the once mighty Rio Grande. Her lovely flanks of habitat for pollinators, humans and all creaturely and plant life will no longer support life.

And then there is drought…the effects are seen in the burned out landscape the Rio Grande’s soothing waters cannot reach.

But still she meanders along the side of the road, lovely and blue/green, on the particular day that I was heading home from Taos, New Mexico.



Think Like A Bee has been awarded a seed grant to begin a process of creating a documentary about the Rio Grande Watershed.

The goal is to interview and collect stories of food growers and water protectors along the Rio Grande. We will be working with the Taos UNM Media Arts Lab to document stories of Land Based communities and elders whose people have been shaped by this great river and her watershed.


For centuries, many peoples have preserved this watershed for us today. New Mexico is rich in a unique and traditional food cultura. All you need to do is drive north along the Rio Grande, and you will see all the ways we depend on the river for food. From North to South, simple and sustainable growing practices have survived for many generations throughout New Mexico—from Chile peppers, the Three Sisters of squash/corn/beans to local apples and honey.

Even as climate change and drought are impacting natural systems such as migrations of wildlife and pollinator habitat, we must grow food to live.


Think Like A Bee hopes to put a spotlight on our precious river, calling us all to be watershed defenders.

Water is life.


Fall Failure

Sometimes I remember that I am not in charge at the most basic level. These wild creatures teach me to stop obsessing, to learn to live in sync with what is, and most importantly, to fail. To allow death. I am learning to let my heart lead me with my beekeeping. To live with what is.

To think like a bee is about surrender and responsibility. Bees work their little wings off to feed and care for the hive. They are fierce survivalists. But when bad weather comes, wasps invade or parasitic mite disease destroys their babies, they must abide by the laws of nature. They will either rebuild or perish.

I learned this hard lesson again this past week as I opened a hive that had weakened from wax moths, mites and disease. To add insult to injury, as I opened it up a mob of robber bees descended like a shark feeding frenzy, to raid any stores of honey. They were out for blood. By the end of the day I was totally beaten down and grieving. I gathered up the remnant of my little hive and took them to a beeyard far from the robbing hordes—hoping against hope that they would survive the attack.

It is a fine line. I must monitor my bees for invasions, insects and diseases. I must test and treat them for mites (which I’ve been doing weekly now for the past month). I must try to protect their hives, give them clean water and shade, as much as possible a chemical free environment. I must leave them enough honey for the winter. I must re-queen them when needed.

Then, I must let bees be bees, to live their lives. Stop meddling in their affairs and hive. Give them space to develop their own resistance and work out their troubles. Domestic honeybees are a still a force of nature onto themselves— imbued with qualities that the Creator, evolution and human genetic meddling have bestowed upon them. A universe of mysteries.


In the end I will fail my bees. I will lose whole hives. My bees will get robbed out. It is a hard lesson for life.

I regularly fail as a spouse, daughter (in law), sister, aunt, chaplain, creator, musician.

All you parents out there already know this. Your children are your best teachers for failure. You surrender them to life. Release them when it’s time. “These children are not our children, they are the sons and the daughters of life’s longing for itself” (The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran, Lebanese poet). But that does not mean you shirk your duty and responsibility to do your very best according to their God-given essence.

And then you fail, right?

I’ve been trying to think of failure as a good teacher. I work at manipulating and controlling my life. But the past month has been an experiment in crashing and burning at all levels of my life. I’m beginning little by little, to unclench my fingers and release, after I’ve done what I can.



I’m reading the book Epitaph for a Peach: Four Seasons on my Family Farm, by David Mas Masumoto (HarperCollinsSanFrancisco, 1995).
A third generation Japanese American California peach and grape farmer, he struggles to turn his land into an organic farm to save the Suncrest peach trees that generations of his family have preserved.

He writes about the anxiety that assails him when mites and fungus and weather destroy what he has tried to build. I know that feeling…

I’ve lost raisin crops, peach harvests, whole trees and vines. I’ve lost money, time and my labor. I’ve lost my temper, my patience, and at times, hope….Even in situations where I believe I am in charge…I now know I can never really have complete control. Ironically, the moment I step off my farm I enter a world where it seems that everything, life and nature, is regulated and managed. Homes are built to insulate families from the outside weather. People work in climate-controlled environments designed to reduce the impact of the weather. The government develops bureaucracies and statutes to safeguard against failure and protect us from risk. In America, a lack of control implies failure.
I remember a Japanese saying about the power of bamboo. It’s strength is not found in a rigid structure that blocks the wind; instead the stalks bend with the wind. Their power resides in their very flexibility. I’m working on becoming like bamboo. (p. 64,66)

As Fall arrives, the bees teach me risk. Failure. Blessed bee.

I’m working on becoming like bamboo.

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Invasion of the parasites

I spent the whole day Sunday with my bee buddy and good friend, Sarah. We were in the hive yards, mitigating varroa mites—testing and treating.

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There is actually nothing worse than seeing a varroa mite on your bees up close. Like Frankenstein, they are bloodsucking little beasts, disemboweling bees and then sucking the life out of brood. Seeing them on the ghost like embryos is horrific.
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Recently, a bee colleague told me that proportionately it is like a human having a cat on your back. This little bee below, unfortunately, has three cats on her back.
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And so, we are being taught as conscientious beekeepers to learn to live with them and keep our bees as healthy as possible by remediating the little bloodsucking beasts.
Having lost half my hives this past year, likely to the dreaded parasitic mite disease, I decided to hook my wagon up to Sarah and have her teach me what she is doing to survive mites.
You have to understand, Sarah, in my books, is a warrior princess. When she decides to take something on, she does it fiercely and relentlessly. After a patient and thorough, in-depth study, she sets her mind and heart and actions to what she has determined must be done,
That is what she has done with treating and testing varroa mites.
They are killing our bees and spreading parasitic mite disease not only through honeybee hives, but onto flowers —which then harm our beautiful native bee populations. According to the Bee Journal, bees infected with parasitic mite disease cover the entire invertebrate world in their neighborhood with this sickness. Like a big “sneeze”.
And so, Sunday morning, with dread in my heart for what I might find, we began the sojourn down to my hives to find out how bad it really was. We did the powdered sugar shake and roll, developed by Marla Spivak and Gary Reuter, University of MN, Dept. Of Entymology.
You shake about 200-400 bees into a bucket, scoop a fluid oz. of about 100 bees into a jar with a mesh cover and powdered sugar. Then shake them for a minute. When the bees are coated with white sugar, you dump them out. Wa la, the mites have dropped off the bee’s bodies, slippery from the sugar. You count the mites and use the chart to determine how many mites per 100 constitute the percentage of mite infestation in your hive. You then put the bees gently back in the hive for their mates to lick them off.
This part of Beekeeping is no fun at all. Sarah and I both agreed, that what is arrayed against bees and beekeepers these days does not bode well.

Sarah and the sugar shake

The first hive was as I had suspected. About 15% infestation. High. They would not live through the winter without intervention. They are my amazing honey-makers. I’ve pretty much gotten all my honey from this hive on 80 acres of organic clover and alfalfa.

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Don’t worry, honey friends, the comb for honey is mite-free. It’s the brood and bees that carry the mites. The comb is like butter.
Subsequent hives had less mite infestation. All had healthy brood and good laying queens. Thank God for that. As we go into winter, healthy queens are essential.
Eight hours and seven hives later, after testing and treating with “soft” treatments—essential oils, thymol, oregano and creosote in particular—we left our hives, filthy, sweaty and exhausted, but happy at all we accomplished.
Thank you especially to Sarah’s friends Barbara and Ken, who welcomed us in for water to refresh our flagging bodies and spirits. They offered us frozen watermelon pops and almonds. We sat on their couches, with lovely Oriental rugs at our feet, 4 pit bulls and a Shiba Inu, making light conversation. It was a welcome break.
Sarah’s secret to her successful hive survival? Monthly testing/monitoring and treating as needed.
I liken the increased vigilance needed for bees to the current state of affairs in our country. Bees, as the ongoing canary in the mine, are showing us how sick our environment has become. It is not sustainable for human, bee or creature. We must watchdog our communities to ensure healthy air, water, soil and food, healthcare and education for all. Without these things, our communities will surely suffer and die.
Need I say anything about how the varroa destructor parasitic mite mirrors our current political situation?
We must be vigilant. Pay attention. Do not go to sleep. Act on behalf of life.

Bee Consciousness

Recently I learned about German forester, Peter Wohlleben, who wrote,“The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate — Discoveries From a Secret World”. As a forester, fresh out of school he was required to fell trees and spray them with insecticides. Something in him resisted. Doing his own research, he found that “in nature, trees operate less like individuals and more as communal beings. Working together in networks and sharing resources, they increase their resistance.”

Mr. Wohlleben has delighted readers and talk-show audiences alike with the news — long known to biologists — that trees in the forest are social beings. They can count, learn and remember; nurse sick neighbors; warn each other of danger by sending electrical signals across a fungal network known as the “Wood Wide Web”; and, for reasons unknown, keep the ancient stumps of long-felled companions alive for centuries by feeding them a sugar solution through their roots. (1/29/16 NYT)


Peter ended up quitting his job for the state forestry administration in Rhineland-Palatinate, to try his hand at a more care-ful way of working with trees. He was going to move his family to Sweden to begin his own tree practice, but he had won over the forest’s municipal owners. They quit their contract with the state forestry and hired him back to care for trees in a more conscious manner.

He brought in horses, eliminated insecticides and began experimenting with letting the woods grow wilder. Within two years, the forest went from loss to profit, in part by eliminating expensive machinery and chemicals.(1/29/16 NYT)

Human communities would do well to think like a tree. Or a bee.


Honeybees are inherently communal— each solitary bee doing its duty is important for the whole. The brain of the hive is all of them working together. 10,000 to 80,000 or more honeybees in a hive. They all have their own social roles to contribute, but the “hive mind” works together to create an incredibly intricate social network of communication and decision making about where they will glean and source their food throughout the neighborhood.

IMG_2396 Honeybees live sentient lives. They grieve their queens and lost sisters. I’ve seen them act as pallbearers to carry their dead queen carefully out the door. They dance for one another to convey information, they become irate with beekeepers who are not careful— killing their hive mates through careless habits in the hive.

Bees see the need for food to be shared. Recently, an 102 year old woman, recounting her life, told me of how her family would open the back kitchen door to feed the hungry, poor workers coming into Philadelphia after the Stock Market Crash of 1929 and the onset of the Great Depression. Her father and mother were clear. We feed each other. We take care of each other. Bees do that too.


Honeybees are also equal opportunity lenders of their free pollinator services. They do not hoard their gifts but bring them freely to the neighborhood. Their legendary honey is also gratis, though I’m not so sure they give that so freely. We take it from them, usually without too much gnashing of teeth on my end, but usually some death on theirs, as they defend their pride stock fiercely.


As humans on this glorious planet, we are slowly awakening from our trance. We have colonized and dominated the spaces and places of almost every living and wild thing.

Only now, some humans are willing to listen and learn that all living beings have secret or hidden lives that we are only beginning to understand. As we move away from consuming, consuming, consuming to conserving what is left, may we listen closely for the wisdom and beauty awaiting us.

Honey Bee in Flight

Honey bee caught in flight in the garden at La Quinetire, Buais, Normandy, France

Invest in Community

So. First the bad news. We did not receive the #HiveMind grant for creating pollinator wildflower corridors.

Thank you all for your support and cheering us on. Truly, you made a difference!

The good news is that Think Like a Bee and other bee community members met with key players from the City of Albuquerque last Friday. We talked about creating pollinator wildflower corridors nevertheless. Come to find out, Albuquerque’s Clean City’s Wildflower Initiative is already happening in median strips and roadsides!

This is a very exciting project for our neighborhoods to become involved in!

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I’ve been thinking alot about what it means to invest in community these days.

I never had my own children.

Yet, perhaps I have many children. Human and non-human. This is the way I am investing in the future.


Many of you invest in community in myriad ways.

Tell me how you are making a difference for future generations!