chalk yorrick australopithecus and the yellow daub daffodil
cheerfully gloomy juxtaposition of a chalk skullington from the cliffs and this mornings daff selfie
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jottings. words going nowhere!
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mother smooth rounded chalk boulders
the cliffs their substantial perplexing bulk
prodded at by waves
until rock fall, broken clean
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yolk crack open to the break of day, warm breath of gold
the pfaff of a chaffinch family amongst the daffodils
the querulous chirrup of sparrows….
holywell spring, eastbourne… a few days back on the cusp of st brigids
water drips down, seeping through rock, across foilage, chalybeate, i gather in the cup of my outstretched palms, then sip… in my heart, a simple clear summoning, of those in need of healing
…tho in truth, such the loong dirge of winter, we could all do with the balm
I love this unadorned form of folk religion, you see it in india everywhere, else in the piled cairns of stones along the camino
world teems with the sacred… earth, air, fire, water… spirit swirls throughout, yet coalesces in the particular
the belief that this ancient tree is sacred, else, here, where water oozes from the land, a spirit dwells
its diy ethos, ‘this is how i wish to worship’, taken back from books, stepped away from temples, this kitsch intimate sweetness… gods, goddeses, ours
and the gaurdian of this well?
today, i ‘see’ her, the pink Rose bloomed at the heart centre… lithe movement, as water flows… hair, green from frond and foilage… shining white as chalk, shining silver as water
i find one smoothe, flat pebble from the beach, tongue stuck out with reverse jenga concentration, carefully place it atop the pile
love and blessings for all beings
I love climbing trees, heres me, ooh mbe 8 feet off the ground
limber lumber! aloft!
a mottled, dappled, fickle light, decanted through the vibrant green of leaves… seethe green
the long, far sprawled arms, which creak wiithin the wind,
something of a sea swell, an ease, a sway, that further emphasises this living sturdiness
yet root chakra, shackled securely to the ground, a great grey elephants foot, then the root rummage deep within the earth
dragonflies skitter past, iridescence of wing
fraught of thought! duff photo, lack of perspective, so you’d never know i was near skybound
went for a cycle ride yesterday, battled up to the South Downs way, followed the ridge to alfriston, then back via Friston Forest.
kids and i have been climbing this tree forever, the be-tentacled Ash… on account of its octopus limbs
I love Ash energy, always feels gentle and forgiving…
tho I do know 2 ancient ones, in a much neglected copse, those are trees of the fae, you can imagine doors, a portal to the under realm
climbing, i usually get to about 8 ft up, then think, hmmm, thats probably far enough
i’ve never been the daredevil type, a smidge delusional and gung ho, yet renowned more for timidity and vertigo
super impressed by anyone who scales to preposterous heights, but they be creatures of fire and air, whilst i’m more earth and water (mud!)
when doing a creative visualisation, in the bit when they say ‘imagine your home, somewhere where you belong’
i always feel myself to be cradled in the arms of a huge ancient oak tree, proper gnarly
usually its near to a stream or a waterfall, else a gentle slope down to the sea and a small sandy shell strewn cove
grown ups should climb trees more often! a political slogan?
…peters out midst vast distraction and things to do
Rainbow Moon Aura
look up agog! wonder… loom lune opalescence
what is a pearl? thing of flesh, an oysters itch from a grain of sand
Coming out from the Zu Studios Mycelium party in Lewes, 1:30 in the morning, after 3 hours of sweat drenched dancing like a loon to Kaya Project
An almost Full Hunters Moon… pic credit to Mara, thx… impossible, almost futile to snap these things on a phone
blast of moonlight washes it out… yet, to the naked eye, the moon was a near perfect pearl in the sky, etched with its familiar craters and shadows
around the moon space, elbow room of darkness, then two Rainbow rings
of course i have seen moon auras and rings before, memorably when out in the desert around Mount Sinai, back when i was 22
yet always in shades of whites and greys, never this intensity of colour
beautiful astonishment
i love the fact that even at 58 years of age, I can still experience a completely new natural phenomenon
high whisp feather clouds, the ice crystals have a prismatic effect on the moonlight
it lasted for about half an hour… people came out, familiar faces, new ones, but all stopped to gabble and gawp
bathed in moonlight
the woods reek of rot, of fungus, to speak of solemn loss
autumn is afoot, not quite, but certainly tickling at the toes
i am nimble amongst the cautious quiet of the morning
having rummaged deep in the wardrobe for todays costume, vintage 2013!
nut season… conkers with their whorled grain and rich lustrous mahoganny sheen
hazlenuts startled, fresh from the preposterous, baroque lace of their casing
yada yada!
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grappled with flu, some work, equinox boogie and sacred stroll, lots of hanging out with friends and family! been pleasant
snaps from this morning and a jaunt to batemans with daughter x
bless the infinite tumult crescendo of late may!
a world burst higgeldy piggeldy with flowers
bird song, days stretched out by endless light
the air perfumed by liacs, roses and elderflowers
kirtan, evenings of comedy, dancing at caravanersai
the mighty elm of preston park
dunk in the crisp, electric blue of the ocean
a handful of words scattered carelessly
the soft languor of twilight, expansive, realm of staggering rapture, flow from above
bask in this enchantment, today, the euphoria of everywhere!
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pics, mostly, credit to mara
it’s me, me,me and me again!… yes, i know, i tried diluting with flowers… but it’s impossible to choose a single snap, when the colours are just so blooming marvelous! x
Esther: Love your take on the world 
impossible bluebells… a hue of blue, twixt dulcet lilac and strident sapphire
by the billion, enchantment and harmony beneath green woodland canopy
etc etc…. ha, Love em!
