vishudda

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Vishudda…. the exuberant fizz of beech trees coming into soft lime leaf… a gentle blizzard, burr of brown leaf husks fills the air…
pics from yesterday, found bluebells galore!… languish surrounded by them in the dappled sunshine…
at ease amongst the elementals… this land, our land, heart yearn, magnificent in this spring, all the sweeter through these days of worry…
hope you have the fortune to spend time in the woods

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for lol:
Ha, truth is a mouthful of my ‘beautiful’mutterings is seldom far away, cept in these curious days slightly less extroverted… You and Fran are some of the many folk I always associate with Beltane bluebell-age xx

Aw and hope your keeping up with your tales (as with muddy log in bluebell woods)… World is the richer for all of us saying it into being xx

brake the cycle

aw crikey, 5 years now since this… our magnificent pedal from lands end to john o groats (Brake the Cycle community), 1000 miles weaving a way through this profoundly beautiful land… from permaculture project to conscious community to eco self build to municipal camp site!
an adventure of gargantuan heroism (ever prone to melodramatic hyperbole)… challenging, you bet! brute physicality, obvs, yet also emotional and mental exhaustion… but astonishing what we can acheive when buoyed up by the love and support of each other…. that and porridge
in da flow… doused by sunshine, the sumptous quickening of the spring… climbing trees, wild swimming, no handed pedaling arms aloft caterwauling bob marley (mangling the lyrics!)… such a remarkable country, to feel its breadth and variety through strength of sinew
so many wonderful, fascinating projects, the generosity of them all, folk doing stuff on the land… antidote to the vapid cardboard stodge dished up by the media… reasons to hope
anyway enough of my rhapsodic nostalgia, paen of the cooped up, i’ll hop on my bike to seaford head and back… blessings to be able to do that
huge thanks to joe for the organisation… and everybody else, whatever you be up too, sure it’ll be equally astonishing! xx
Joe, Marcus, Bradders, Wendy, Kate, Sarah, Richard, Lyndon, Kirstin, Stephen, Karen, Petro, Hatty,  James, Georgie, Joel, Alfie, Nieks, Bex, Emily, Phil, Rosie

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Me and custard sunshine out in the marsh land… Goat Willow just coming into full fluffiness of catkin blossom

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the cold! it burns!… not too bad actually, tho wind brisker than i imagined, last sea swim was a month ago in southern india, a marginally different experience xx … tho, groan, i look like one of the duffer doctor whos from the early 80’s in this snap!

pensee

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idle pensée… hunkered down on the brow of the hill, gorse flowers, dense clumps of dragon goblet gold
blackthorn with straggled open branches, creamy froth of blossom, the impossible festoon from each smidgin of surface
hawthorn pushes through into soft green leaf
the spell of water… peering down upon a pond, which in turn yields up the sky, a nuanced, mottled reflection of clouds… nuage
a riff on the idea of ‘sky’, with its serpent deeper, more sonorous timbre, tone and flow
minuet between air and water, the surface wind ruffled, pucker kiss stippled
we are forever poised between this up and that down!
bramble snag of mind, wistful, the yearning to tell is always one of the forms of love?

skinny love

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skinny love!… thats the astonishingly yum nettle pesto spaghetti rather than me
teetering on the edge of doolally already… woke up somewhat manic monday this morning, which at least is a change from a week of being weary and despondent
a glut of meditation, yoga and cleaning the shower!… daughter has sensibly retreated to her room