By Devorah Brous (@dev.brous) // fromsoil2soul.com // ShoreshShuk.ca

Source of Life, bless the honeybees for alchemizing apple blossoms into food; the bitter and the sweet. Remind us to revere the sacred pollinators that are too often feared, overworked, and undermined — for we are interdependent. Remind us that bees guard what they treasure — and so do we. As we protect what we love, may we learn temperance — and be among those who offer honey when pained from life’s sting.

Bless the lands to overflow with blackberry and dandelion honeycomb that nourishes the beloved and beleaguered alike. Bless the bees that labor their love into herbal nectars and cleansing pollens to feed worlds, coat throats, and ease guts. Bless us to safeguard the wild meadow & food forest, school garden & urban hive. 

May our prayers and protests yield honey and the money needed to rebuild home, hive, and heart after this great collapse. May honey touch lip and deed, as it drips over apples and sticks like a thick, golden salve on wounds of skin and soul. 

Just as bees hum while foraging nectars and spreading pollen between flowers, may we labor with love. Bless our hands to bring sweet abundance to fruition. Guide us far from exploiting labor through industrious buzzing until body and hive fail - instead, remind us to rest on Sabbath. Bless us to grow and learn from the collaborative “hive mind,” through cross-pollinating our best ideas for collective liberation. 

Let’s usher in a year of healing, forgiveness, and protection for all beings in 5785. May we soothe the anguish we carry, and we cause. Source of All There Is, thank You for feeding the honeybees so they can feed all of life and spread sweetness that heals.

מקור חיים, תודה שהאכלת את דבורי הדבש כדי שיוכלו להאכיל את כל החיים ולהפיץ מתיקות מרפאה

Amen.