Legacies - Beekeeping

I have a distinct memory of being around five years old in the backyard and finding a bee drowning in our pool. I instinctual rescued it with my bare hand and low and behold it stung me and it died regardless. As an adult I looked back on that memory and considered the valuable lesson involved. Sometimes, despite my best intentions, I may get the sting of natural defenses. My fascination with bees remained in tack though. In Mexico, my father kept a beehives at the far end of a dirt road near our ranch. I can still remember the smells and textures of the leftover beeswax in his workshop after the honey extraction was complete. A few years back I went to visit his brother and had a chance at looking through old family photos. I was so intrigued to find this photo of several beekeeping boxes and my uncle began to tell me all about the booming honey business my grandparents had. My father, a strong silent type, never mentioned it before. I felt like a had reclaimed the sweet nectar of legacy and its magic for my soul. Now whenever I enjoy honey or see a bee hovering over a flower in my garden I am overjoyed by the beauty and majesty of the alchemy and sacred work embedded between humans and nature. 

So moved by this Tastemade video that touches on the value and threats to this tradition in Kars 🐝