The wind was against them now, and Piglets ears streamed behind him like banners as he fought his way along, and it seemed hours before he got them into the shelter of the Hundred acre Wood and they stood up straight again, to listen, a little nervously to the roaring of the gale among the tree-tops.
“Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?”
“Supposing it didn’t,” said Pooh after careful thought.
i don’t usually post potted quotes, not that i don’t appreciate them, just pride that says i should try and express things for myself, but read this one earler, beautifully observed and the feeling/thought seems apt for me this moprning, anyway everyone loves winnie the pooh!
strange typing the words down, a little like reading aloud (which i just did, one of the most marvelous things on earth!), but very very different too x
yeouchhh aaagghh, fiddlesticks, dratt and double dratt, nay quadruple darnation!
blumming ‘eck dropped the hoover on my toe, enough to make it bleed,
i consider it a facebook related injury, as somewhat uncharitably, at the time i was thinking what twaddle and tripe people post on facebook (thats you ‘orrible lot!)
its always important to know precisely who to blame.. the teletubbies… ha. that’ll teach me …soothe oh mind of ego, spirit of judgement, enegy of anger
on a slightly more upbeat note drinking yerba mate tea. wow got quite a zing! a turbo power lunchtime walk… will have to get one of those gourd things gosh. look einstein with one! e=mc2 and other inspired gobbledygook
twaddle and tripe on here… hmmm i may be responsible for a bit of that myself
just the smoothie (here posed for pseudo artistic purposes!) i have no intention to quaff the Rose petal deodrant… nor nibble on buddhas noggin for that matter
its banana pear spinach lettuce and kiwi fruit! oh and pumpkin seeds, tastes remarkably good (i have no specific taste).. thinking calling it sludge? or primordial ooze? ingredients selected purely on the basis of thats what was under my nose… 2013 off to a flying start!
apple tree wassailing, this saturday (5th jan) 6pm stanmer park, at the orchard, kinda beyond the church, mummers and permaculture etc reinvented thing… was fun last year, stumbling about in the dark bashing pots and pans, a cacophany to wake the tree spirits, climbing an apple tree beneath the full moon (almost no moon this year tho!), bonfire, cider libations….
Old Apple tree, old apple tree;
We’ve come to wassail thee;
To bear and to bow apples enow;
Hats full, caps full, three bushel bags full;
Barn floors full and a little heap under the stairs
pic off internet by paul bommer, oh and apparently the middle farm ceilidh wassail isn’t on this year! shame
kids ‘busy’ on computers… but i like making a mess with tinsel sparkle stuff!
finally roused my daughter for a game of penny up the stairs, a fine gambling game, managed to claw back some of her christmas money, but be warned, youngsters get darn good at it disturbingly quickly.. son off to a party now, but did play bop it… spin it, twist it, twist it… BOP IT!!!… must remember to breathe when i funky dance and play… phew
aw forgot to wish everyone on facebook a happy new year, so i’ll do it here, he he, in a quickly swept away comment, bless you all my fellow galloots and vagabonds, thanks for the humour, wisdom and above all patience… wish you all (and myself) happiness, the gift of gentleness, kindness, that it flows gorgeously and that we feel, sometimes at least, the radiant beauty of our amazing world!!! happy new year xxx
the king of cups, seaweed straggled grey beard, seated on a barnacle encrusted throne …of mother of pearl and crab shell (nacreous,opalescent!) a stern figure, the depths of sea grey eyes, yet with warmth, humour midst the wrinkles… was thinking about him on my jog, you gotta think about something! (maybe not!) and hard not to be aware of the brooding power of the sea up on the cliff tops
came back and my tarot book says ‘Responsibility before Self Expression’… ha! seldom the message we want to hear, i guess he is the most compromised of the kings, the tethering of dreams, creative potential, of imagination, of poetry, of love.. to the mundane world of temporal authority… king canute, depending on how you feel, is either a fool who believed he could turn back the waves, else a teacher of subtle wisdom… but beneath, beyond it all, the beautiful, wild, furious surge of the waves
pic, tho not much how i see him, is from lisa hunt – animals divine tarot,’Responsibility before Self Expression’, time to get on with preparing veggie lasagne
Richard and yeats.. always yeats…
Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love’s bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.
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Mole that’s you after you take off your orange xmas jersey?
Richard but mz mole i never take off my christmas jumper x …nah yer right, rumbled, still brushing the barnacles out o’ me beard… i’ve been mistooken for a manatee … more than once! xx
where does the magic go? – jimmy bozeman and the lazy pigs
we had some good times didn’t we? we had some laughs
seems it’s all behind us, somewhere in the past
where does the magic go, where does the magic go, where does the magic go?
every moment is forever, every place has its time
and when i think about this, i can only keep trying
where does the magic go, where does the magic go, where does the magic go?
these are the best of times for what its worth
the feelings that we shared can’t put into words
where does the magic go, where does the magic go, where does the magic go?
14 December 2012 21:57
Photo Montage many pictures from Zlata Lodi, songs by Lazy Pigs, we wrote and recorded these while living at Zlata Lodi
aaaw not the same without the vid which i can’t seem to get off facebook
Richard Basgallop the words of the song kinda say it all, the lazy pigs lived downstairs in the squat (u zlati lodi) in prague and played on the bridge most days, listening to it and starting to look through the many many old pics on the squat page, amazing old memories! some of them made me cry, 20 years. x thanks helena xxx
mince pies are alright…. sotto voce, begrudgingly, i have eaten one and a half this year and counting, and quite tasty actually, after an entire lifetime of loathing them… these the days of revelation… i was wrong… eating humble pie?
Richard Basgallop look a knitted mince pie! … and aggh you can now add more than one pic to a post, that will squander even more of my days!
Richard Basgallop …and santa is in a yoga asana… and has peculiar horn like deely boppers, further inspiration to take up knitting
Happy Solstice, new Bhaktun thingummibob vibes!
may all beings be well, may all beings be happy
my moment of tranquility came this morning half way up mount caburn, never where you expect it, after a trains cancelled dashing daughter to school
devoid of vigour i didn’t even make it to the top, just paused on a bench near a copse of trees
such strength and stillness, the trees looked like brittle twigs, but have you ever tried to push one over? i have! such obstinate power. you’d have to be a woolly mammoth, a rather chubby waddlesome one at that
anyway just sat and meditated for a while, warm sun, an edge of chill in the air, the continual chuck chuck warble sound of pheasants, a suprise unseasonal tweetle twerp of a song bird
the rumble of my stomach, the distant waterfall of the a27, the grubby clamour of mind… opening my eyes to a diamond sparkle in the grass, snail shell in my pocket, a sheepdog on the far hillside chasing spiral patterns
well, not an extraordinary transfiguring rapture, but, yep peace enough
so wherever you may find yourself, perched atop a ruined mayan ziggurat? else in the thin air high in the himalaya, above the temple of fire and ice at mukhtinath scrabbling precariously down from the thorung la pass… or at work… or tucked up in bed with miserable sniffles
i wish you well, and whether we feel it or not (some days do, some days don’t… as it is) know that we are together, we are one, and the force that holds us.. om shanti. love x
Richard Basgallop: pic is dawn this morn.. and 2 songs. primal scream wafflesome version (as me).. and dusty, brightons finest, a song to sing in the car!
Nigel Happy Solstice! Woken up by the motel toucan but feeling it safe to venture closer to Mayan territory .. so leaving wondrous panama. Come visit us In Nicaragua for the new year string! X
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Nicky Happy new ear :))))) xx
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pomegranate! very much the order of the day, especially as it seems to have taken me the entire afternoon to guzzle one
its the fiddly custard pith (taking the)… in fact i cannae decide if i loathe the painstakingly slow picking, prodding and rummaging or if thats the bit i enjoy the most! (flaunt your contradictions)
but such a delicious, gorgeous abundance of scarlet jewells, yum!
of course its the season for them as mythologically closely associated with persephone and her yearly sojourn in the underworld, so usually would expect the high priestess card, but also a symbol of the empress (is pomegranate the original fruit from the garden of eden?), so a strong feisty empress card (pic by m meleen)
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Iron and Wine – Resurrection Fern (Live)
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Richard Basgallop … and my song of teh day, been on repeat whilst programming, oh just realised its called resurrection fern, fits the persephone theme.. a lovely wallow! x
Richard Basgallop ‘And we’ll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern’
Kirstine i like the fact that they take so long to eat and ofc its the symbol of granada always a special place in my heart.
Richard Basgallop really! thanks. makes sense, a place very much in my heart too x
Kirstine didnt u notice all the drain covers had pics of pomegranates on them lol
Richard Basgallop ha! no. i was too busy looking befuddled at the stars… reminds me that when i got there, walking on the marble flag stones by the cathedral (off to boccy bobs no doubt) my trainers, sneakers would always squeak! eek eek. but then after a month they bizarrely stopped, as tho the squeak chemicals had all run out, that or i finally belonged?
Fuchsia Hey hey, if you want a quick way to get at those little gems… cut fruit in half, hold cut side down over a bowl & tap/hit the outside with a spoon or other such implement (i find the blunt side of a thick knife works nicely) & wallah!! xx
Kirstine and then eat them one by one slowly :p
Richard Basgallop ha. thanks. i like your style, cruel and brusque, turn them inside out, like a glove, till they ping into the bowl… then k, plunge your head in and sl-u-rp hoover them up! yum
righteyho off to peel a grape next
