Breathing in the Lilac, Tulips end and Aquilegia rise. A magical charm of goldfinches and a greenfinch puts in an appearance. But the squirrels are getting braver and making an assault on the feeders. One cat is injuredAnd the other wild cats’ ears, grow big, listening intently.
May, and the puffins are back. To land, the furious beating of their wings stops and they drop, plop sinkdown into the sea, Then bob back up to the surface afloat. I feel as if i am in that moment under the water. The pause of the Scorpio full moon waning feel the magic stirring in the darkness Rest into the dark moon Read more about Waning into the dark moon[…]
Planting gifts of Angelica and Lovage Flower seeds and currant bushes Dandelion clocks scattering seeds I send mine too dreams sailing off into the cosmos Climbing crimson roses winding their glorious way to us
lost words spell songs blessing Enter the wild with care, my loveAnd speak the things you seeLet new names take and root and thrive and growAnd even as you travel far from heather, crag and riverMay you like the little fisher, set the stream alight with glitterMay you enter now as otter without falter into Read more about Seek, find, speak, Sing[…]
‘Lost Word’ Oak poem robert macfarlane “Heartwood:” a tree’s heartwood is its innermost core. I wrote this poem (song, charm-against-harm) for any tree anywhere that faces unjust felling – and especially for the trees of Sheffield. The art is by Nick Hays and is free to use, print, speak, sing … Please share.” ‘Heartwood’, the Read more about Heartwood[…]
DANCE, my heart! dance today with joy.The strains of love fill the days and the nights with music, and the world is listening to its melodies:Mad with joy, life and death dance to the rhythm of this music. The hills and the sea and the earth dance. The world of man dances in laughter and Read more about Dance, My Heart![…]
Cuckoos and dandelion clocks South easterly winds scatter blossom forget me nots and bluebells burst into blue seagulls and crows a jet black cat soaking up the sunshine and having it stroked in Flies darting to and fro in the sunlight and the dappled shadows dancing across the grass chased by a tiny tortoise the Read more about Wild garlic and rhubarb[…]
The limbs of a tree reached down and lifted me, thinking I was it’s child. And in themeadows my spirit became so quietthat if I put my cheek against the earth’s body I feel the pulse of God. “Tell me the way you do that, birds – enter the private chambers of my Lord.” And Read more about The Pulse of God[…]
The small man builds cages for everyone he knows while the Sage, who has to duck his head when the Moon is low keeps dropping keys all night long for the beautiful, rowdy prisoners. By Sufi Mystic Hafiz From: “The Gift” Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Forget every idea of right and wrong any classroom ever taught youBecause an empty heart, a tormented mind, unkindness, jealousy and fearAre always the testimony you have been completely fooled!Turn your back on those who would imprison your wondrous spiritWith deceit and lies.Come, join the honest company of the King’s beggars –Those gamblers, scoundrels and Read more about A GOLDEN COMPASS[…]