tree
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
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
Protected: Rainbow
autumn
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
Protected: batemans (snaps)
Protected: leatherhead
Protected: zucchini
high priest of pigs-ipia
weight of forever
Chalk… crushed skeletons, the weight of forever!
morning light, the sun washed white through the milk murk
up on the cliffs at castle hill, this weeks theme the swathes of hawthorn berries, scarlet as flame jacaranda
‘blobbed’ blackberries, the best a yogic stretch out of reach
later, down on the beach after a swim… ‘ALbion alBIon albiON’ rembering the chant from the football, that ebbed and flowed like waves
Albion is, of course, an ancient name for Britain, from at least Romano Celt times, derived from a word for white, most likely due to the cliffs of the south east
tho nowadays more familiar through the prism, the mythology of Blake, for whom Albion was a giant and THE primeaval man
i can imagine a merchant from the low countries, his boat down laden with coloured glass, pewter plates,
sails restless in the breeze, grey sky overhead, grey swell of sea, brood beneath
the boat lifts up, a rent in the clouds, blue sky, and there… look … majestic towering cliffs
gleaming, crown chakra white, this enchanted, shining land
word froth aside, i’ve been loving this late burst of sunshine, swan song of a reluctant summer, was a busy august with festies, adventures in devon etc
tuesday went with daughter up atop of the seven sisters, then yesterday a pedal with son up seaford head (autocorrect always wants to say ‘seafood’)!
feasting on marrows from the garden (forgotten courgettes!), tomatoes and errm rotton apple juice! be cider sea side
(kids.. mostly.. obvs reluctant to be in facebook snaps)
