Buddha in the Bee Yard

Filmmaker: Dan Margolies and Skye Margolies

"Buddha in the Beeyard" is a rumination on interbeing and Buddhist environmental ethics as related to mindful beekeeping, presenting the filmmakers' lives in beekeeping as a form of practice.

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Alan Shusterman's picture

Thanks. You, your inter-bees, and your banjo brought a smile to my face and a tap to my toe.

There are some bees in my backyard and I like to think they are especially stalwart women because they spend most of their days dodging Oregon raindrops (we call it 'liquid sunshine'). I didn't know the ties between Buddhism and beekeeping were so strong, but it all makes sense now.

5 STARS.

cachidlaw's picture

Lovely film, eloquently expressing such a simple -- powerful -- concept. Also, thanks, W.S., for posting the R.T. Smith poem, which I love. And of course, I love bees, so how simple is all of THAT?!

marlenejones2009's picture

My best pick! 5 stars!!! This film truly captures what practice is all about to me, the doing and being from one moment to the next.

markkemark's picture

Best film so far! This film really captures the essence of what this contest is about...I loved it!

micko's picture

5 star ! Bee Here Now...posted this to my F/B page ...

William Slaughter's picture

Your film, Dan and Skye, which is splendid, puts me in mind of a poem called "Sourwood" by a poet named R.T. Smith. Given its point and purpose, I think you, and the viewers of your film, might like to read it. So here it is:

Sourwood

When the keeper has died,
whose hands have touched
so much honey,

the village will convene
to elect a successor
and to remember

the sweetness of his voice,
his dependable hymns,
the spell of smoke

and the hush just after.
While the elders
resist the old rhythms

of grief, no one will speak
of the ancient belief—
how the bee father's demise,

kept secret, could cause
the death of the hives
in the coming winter.

Then the question will rise
in a nervous murmur:
Who will tell the bees?

— R.T. Smith
from Messenger
(LSU Press, 2001)