On the news this week I saw a short clip about a hotel that was keeping bees on their roof (I’m not sure if this is the one, but it’s a similar story). The honey they harvested was pure and completely unique to the area. To stay edgy in the market they were using the honey as hotel gifts, in their restaurant, and in truffles they had specially made that were placed on guest pillows. With the upswing in awareness over the importance of bees to our ecosystem, the dangers they’ve been facing with colony collapse disorder, and reports of contaminated and overprocessed honey being sold in supermarkets worldwide, I thought the hotel’s story was fantastic! I started daydreaming about becoming a hobby bee-keeper, too. While I AM the person you see running around outside as if stalked by an invisible phantom, screaming with arms flailing, my happy honeybee daydreams continued unabated. Let’s turn that relationship around! I could just see it now: donning a white suit and funky netted hat, conversing with my buzzing buddies, and sharing in the sweet goodness of our partnership.
Then this morning I read an article about a man who discovered a hive in the walls of his home. Not just the little thing you might knock off the overhang gutters, this was a hive of 50,000 bees! Instead of calling the exterminator, he found a bee-keeper who relocated them for the benefit of homeowner (who avoided a hostile takeover), beekeeper (who gained a new addition to his bee family), and bees (who happily got to keep living their busy little lives). Win win win! Oh, how I love a happy ending! Since I’d never heard of the relocation option, I was glad to place the tidbit of knowledge in my back pocket. If I’m ever invaded I’ll know who to call. Bee-Keepers! Sorry, I just couldn’t hold that back.
Especially now that I haven’t been eating processed sugars, I’ve grown to appreciate natural sweetness where I can find it. Fruits are one thing, but when I can indulge in a bit of pure maple syrup and raw honey my taste buds sing. Honey in my tea. Honey in my home-baked cookies. Honey, honey, honey. As it turns out, there’s a lot more to it than taste. Right after reading the relocation article above I opened the April 2012 issue of Tathaastu: So Be It (yes, I’m a bit behind on my magazines) randomly to an article titled “Honey: Cures from Your Kitchen.” Coincidence? Didn’t think so.
According to Cal Orey, honey can benefit everything from allergies, anxiety and low energy to a nagging cough or sore throat, headache, or insomnia! Not enough? It can also help with weight loss and healing cuts and scrapes. So go ahead (even if you’re a screaming flailer like me), let’s save those bees and savor our honey, spreading “wins” all around!
What’s your honey story? Even if it was the inconvenient option, how have you compromised or learned to coexist with nature, for the “bigger picture” benefit?