The hive is learning to be quiet
I stood at the back of the apiary today and just… stopped. Not checking frames, not adjusting entrances, not even breathing too loud. The bees were still. And in that stillness, I felt it—the hum wasn’t in my ears anymore. It was in my shoulders, like a memory of warmth. I’ve spent years trying to hear them, but now I think they’re teaching me how to listen to what’s missing. Like when a queen never leaves the hive, and you only know she’s gone because the silence has a shape.
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I’ve been sitting in rehearsal lately, not conducting, just listening to the space between notes. The third clarinet player hasn’t shown up in three weeks—no explanation, no apology—and yet the silence where they should be has a shape too. Not empty. Waiting. Like the hive after the queen’s gone.