Bees
Months of silence…and here, at the very end of the year,
what prompts me to write is a movie. I’ve watched a lot of movies this year. I’ve
watched a lot of documentaries. Some on politics, economics, nutrition, health,
you name it. I always learn something…sometimes something very powerful. Today,
as M napped and I took a quiet afternoon to myself, I turned on Netflix and
selected Vanishing of the Bees, mostly for background noise…since it’s been
in my “to watch” list all year. I’ve accomplished little else as I sit in
horror and wonder.
I’m filled with thoughts I can’t even express: What have we
done?
Is there nothing that capitalism and industrialization has
held sacred? Nothing that it can’t keep it’s greedy little fingers out of?
Nothing it finds magical and inherently unneeding it’s almighty intervention?
What will we do? And why don’t more people care about this?
How can we all just walk around filled with our own every day importantness
without carrying the weight of what is going on in our world?
This little film about bees and
their susceptibility shows such a microcosm of so many of the problems our
world faces. Wanting too much, for the lowest price…rushing ahead with drastic
short term vision for problem solution…trusting the wrong people…not waking up
to face the issues at hand…not caring how many people or animals are harmed in
the process.
I’m left horrified.
And yet, there is a hopeful
feeling too. Inspiration from those who are braving a whole new world…an
informed world, that steps back in time…and tries things again…and holds its
breath at the splendid design of God’s creation.
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