Our writing group assignment last month was to ponder and write about Christina's wonderful question. This is what I came up with:
My heart waited for the honey,
hopeful , like a wounded womb healing, preparing for an embryo;
or a robin’s nest slowly, patiently, twig by twig
being readied for new life to crack open
and fly
The honeycomb of my heart held cells empty and waiting,
or filled with debris and detritus of life
But the cells held strong, patient
And when the time was right --
the debris swept away
the hive heart clean and purified --
The swarm arrived
bringing pollen and nectar from many fields
rich with music, laughter, friends and lovers,
sisters now close and loving,
gardens, oaks and cedar trees
And there, finally,
with work and persistence
with care and attention:
Honey
golden
thick
sweet and sticky
viscous
warm
glowing
slow
transparent
sensual
Nourishing
