We once hosted bees on the mountain, in beehives we painted the colors of Colombia’s flag for our son—as a young teen, he’d looked so cute in his white beekeeper outfit. We loved the bees who were generous with honey and recognized us. This is all to say, today’s walk provided an emotional sighting.
Kapwa
a beehive evokes
unexpected memories
connected
by the sweet
honey of
love--
the bees never
stung because
we
saw ourselves in
them, and
they
saw themselves in
us through
Kapwa
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