Tamed Spirits

Bees, Wild Myrtle and Greenhouse Berries

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Bees

I sit with my bare feet on the ground, watching bees dancing amidst the crawling weeds, small flowers, tiny leaves, and mushrooms. All the ground-level diversity envelops various insects, from crawlers to flying pollinators. The ground is teeming with life, and this is merely above the surface.

With my bare feet touching the ground’s texture, I watch the organic flying pattern of the several bees around, a . The bee’s sense-making reveals them different dimensions through alternative perceptive modes, like hearing the songs of the flowers, or maybe even feeling the entangling of the pollen’s wisdom with their tiny bodies.

The ground is swarming with stories, ancient and emergent ones,

In this ancient dance, between the tiny flowers, the ground, wind, scents, textures, melodies, and pollinators, .

Has an introvert,. Not extraordinary heroic adventures, but the everyday sacred tales that are clustering around us. because of our hierarchical cultural mishap.

You see, . No product is created, no solution to be attained, no end goal — just bees flying in the sea of tiny flowers. Life.

Wild Myrtle or Greenhouse Berries

I live in a place called Myrtle Ground, but there are no myrtles here. The endemic wild myrtles are gone now; once a common flower, they disappeared altogether today. Their delicate petals and sturdy structure spoke of leaving the rational mind and returning to the heart, to natural innocence. Myrtles were handled toward unconditional love in initiation rites sending participants beyond the (rational) individual, unlocking empathy, generosity, love, and kindness.

Wild local plants, like the myrtles, . Their presence and growth depend on their various and dynamic interrelations, weather, soil, or pollinators, to name a few.

Like other endemic local plants, There is no separation between them and the ground they hold, for they move and flow with the land. That is, their human utilitarian perspective exclusively validates them: turning unuseful and neglected against the production narrative.

On the other hand, . Technological greenhouse intensive monocultures of domesticated berry species strive for excessive production and not merely abundance.

These artificial conditions

In southern Portugal, we have a vast greenhouse landscape, striping the whole ecosystem of its natural complexity, leaving the land and local communities bare and sterile, weakening the structure of life by degrading diversity. . In the capitalist narrative, enough production is a plentiful result, so the land keeps being colonized, striving for more, always more, whatever the costs or consequences. More berries, out of season, out of place, but more, exceeding, numerous. But not one wild myrtle or bee, for they are not useful and virtually uncontrollable.

Wild dialogues and academic narratives

But there are other kinds of membranes, cultural ones, specifically those that separate and validate different knowledge types.

Most academic knowledge, to be accepted, must , specializing the specialist: working through objective facts, numbers, or statistics. Laboratory berries who live in a severed reality, though correctly seized and categorized (and put to good use, of course).

Within this academic, cultural setting, Even These No bees or wild myrtles are allowed in, for it’s a sterile place where only monoculture and technological-life-dependent berries, similar to those already inside, can enter.

Etymologically speaking, the word rigor comes from Old French rigor “strength, hardness”, from Latin rigorem “numbness, stiffness, hardness, firmness; roughness, rudeness.” Membrane refers to the “thin layer of skin or soft tissue of the body,” from Latin membrana “a skin, membrane; parchment (skin prepared for writing).”

These rigorous membranes forgot the flow of multi-contextual porosity natural to living tissues, effectively separating dynamic living wisdom from its contexts, firmly stiffing it so that it can be validated. A deception that maintains the reductionist and objective perception of an (illusory) controlled world.

In modern western thinking, to the beastly controlling creature of knowledge creation that builds greenhouses everywhere, the ultimate endpoint reference is always located inside the glasshouse;

On the other hand, like myrtles and bees, These dialogues pulse in primal rhythms, succumbing to the inner and outer seasons.

I still sit with my bare feet on the ground, the bees are no longer here, but this is what they whispered to me.

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[: all these words and weaved concepts are birthed through my lived, biased, and always limited perception of things, not supposing to bring any absolute truth.]


Mammal, author, woman-mother, question weaver and dismantling global-colonial-technological-capitalism one day at a time. . Pilgrim through inner and outer landscapes, remembering ancient earth practices, in radical presence, active listening, ecopsychology, art, ecstasy, and writing. Author of seven books, editor of the free online magazine, Wind and Water, Re-member the Bones Podcast, and Beyond the Sea Conversations — all in Portuguese.
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