The Alchemy of Bees

by April Aronoff

They came at the Summer Solstice. I was sitting in my sacred garden, looking at the wall I had begun tiling the previous year. The tiles began to form a spiral on the backdrop to my Holy Space. The space where Kuan Yin sits with sacred objects and totems surrounding her. I often place offerings of flowers, prayers, and other cherished items around her. …