<p>Cathy Cain, like a bee to flower, gathers thought from one encounter with nature to another. She speaks from many perspectives &mdash; as tree, as mushroom, as goddess-hero, or as herself. Sometimes playful, even mystical, Cain is deeply honest as she confronts the state of our relationship with the natural environment, with technology, and with what it means to be human.</p><p><strong>EARLY PRAISE for BEE DANCE:</strong></p><p>&ldquo;Thrumming with a wise and generous curiosity, the poems in Cathy Cain&rsquo;s <em>Bee Dance</em> are bright signposts pointing a way forward through a difficult age.&rdquo;</p><p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ~ Annie Lighthart, author of <em>Lantern</em> and <em>Iron String</em></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&ldquo;A roadmap to abundance, Cathy Cain&rsquo;s poetry expresses the impulse to reinvent ourselves outside of cyber noise&nbsp;and instead define ourselves within the boundaries of sentiencies around us.&rdquo;</p><p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ~ Tricia Knoll, author of <em>How I Learned to be White</em> and <em>Broadfork Farm</em></p><p>&nbsp;</p>