The Sacred Pattern: Bees, the Hexagon, and the Sky Above

In the northern forests, where the scent of pine mingles with wildflowers and the rivers speak in Cree and Metis memory, the bees move with quiet purpose. Their hum is like a drumbeat, steady, sacred, connected to the land. In their waxen homes, we saw something powerful: the shape of the hexagon. Not just a shape of mathematics, but a teaching from the natural world- a maskihki, a kind of medicine.

The hexagon, six-sided and strong, shows up in the honeycomb, in snowflakes that fall like quiet blessings, and even in the stones laid out across the old trails. Our ancestors didn't talk about "geometry" the way scientists do now, but they understood patterns. The land teaches through repetition and balance. The bee does not waste. Every cell fits with the next-like family, like kinship, like community.

Some Elders say the sky is not empty- it is a lodge, stretched above us by the Creator, strong like hide over poles. The firmament, as some call it, could be imagined in this six-sided way, holding everything together. Above us and below, that sacred geometry returns. The bees do not just build-they remember. They remind us.

For the Cree and the Metis, every creature has a role in the circle. The bee teaches discipline, purpose, and unity. It moves with respect. It gathers only what it needs and leaves the flower whole.. And in doing so, it reminds us to live with gratitude and balance on the land we come from.

To witness the bees is to glimpse the Creator's hand, moving gently through wings and wax. The hexagon is not just efficient-it is sacred, a reflection of the larger order we are all a part of.