To all the women out there who do and do and do. Who are the mistresses of the hive, tending to the young, the honey chambers, the fields of plenty and the fields of lack, thank you.⠀

❤️ To all the women who are trying to listen to the body, following their rhythms and learn how to listen to a body wisdom we were not taught, thank you.⠀

To all the women who are teaching themselves how to express honey and sting in the same sentence; who are learning how to have boundaries and an open heart, thank you.⠀

To all the women who are reaching toward sisterhood, despite the societal constructs of divisiveness and isolation; who are seeking to express vulnerability, authenticity, and know their own unquestionable belonging in the hive, thank you.⠀

❤️ To all the women who are looking for new ways to relate to the masculine, to see the wild god in exile, to see the lover in the flower, to hear the song of the drone bee, to celebrate his heart without diminishing your own sovereignty, thank you.⠀

To all the women pollinating their lives with earth honouring practices, prayers, dreams, gardens, poetry, art, activism, education, and devotions, thank you.⠀

To all the women who recognise when the hive must turn inward to the silence of winter, dreaming of a new spring; who struggle to give themselves the gift of the pause, to create a new model of cyclical care, thank you.⠀

To all the women who want to be all these things and are still trying, still stumbling, still experimenting, still human, thank you.⠀

Thank you for loving.⠀