Nature's Place

Pollinators Past


More than a pollinator of flowers or crops.

*Click the pictures for a better view.


See the colour, the form, and wonder …


… are they just elements to be killed or harnessed?


Or is it clear these magnificent beauties are representative of something purer, unseen …


… of our own wonderful mystical nature that defies reducing.


They frolic in the flower heads … pollen dripping from their mouths.


Sit out the rain on a big yellow pillow.


Climb around the butterfly bush looking for the tastiest morsel.


Flit from flower to flower, playing in the garden.


The colours, this neon fiddler beetle.


Where better than on a crucifix orchid to pray in the dark of the night.


She traversed the garden, flower to flower, looking for the best spot to hatch her young. Pollinating as she went.

I’ve been asked to link to a calendar event about pollinators.

It’s not really what I’m about here but everybody needs to do something and any acknowledgement of nature is better than a lot else, closer to the earth.

So I’ll add my small piece to the picture. To call them pollinators is to reduce them to a function they perform in nature. It’s rational, scientific, but they are much more than that, to me.

To me the primary value of nature (insect pollinators in this case) is as a reminder of something else, through sense. Because when you’re under the hammer of mind as rampant thinking or the dreadful emotions it usually ends up stirring it is sense that helps you out for good – no undesirable (side) effects.

Sense as I see it, outside the world of mind-made problems, is a spiritual element of being in that, properly acknowledged, it can help resolve the problem of mind by nothing more than focus of attention, and right action, that may lead to realisation of something greater.

Any endeavour that omits the spiritual element and value, of sense and the realisable power or space within which a thought or planet occur – not religion, please – is doomed to be repeated.

Enjoy the pollinators for what they are … wonderful little earth creatures, faeries down the bottom of the garden … while they are.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look