I know that the Spring Equinox was offically yesterday, but i was unable to post, so here i am~.. Wishing you all a very merry Ostara and a Happy Easter to all you Christians out there~ The days are now getting longer and Mother Earth has awoken from her slumber, the birds are rejoicing and the buds on the trees are beginning to bloom~.. The days will get warmer and the flowers will bloom, i love this time of year~ Have a wonderful weekend all~
Friday 21 March 2008
Ostara Blessings
I know that the Spring Equinox was offically yesterday, but i was unable to post, so here i am~.. Wishing you all a very merry Ostara and a Happy Easter to all you Christians out there~ The days are now getting longer and Mother Earth has awoken from her slumber, the birds are rejoicing and the buds on the trees are beginning to bloom~.. The days will get warmer and the flowers will bloom, i love this time of year~ Have a wonderful weekend all~
Friday 14 March 2008
No, its only 4 am!
I am so tired. I have a disabled Cat that likes to wake me up at 4 am, he's been really good lately and has not been jumping on my head until about 6 am and this i can cope with, but 4 am is a little too early. The thing is that i can not seem to go back to sleep, if i try he likes to get onto the bed and jump on my head until i get up, little monkey! But what can you do, he needs the toilet and his breakfast and so i have to get up... Normally i like this time in the morning, to be alone with the Dawn is a pleasure, but what with the Carers course, im mentally tired and so need a little bit more sleep.. Lets hope that he is just going through a stage and eventually settles down again until 6am..
Thursday 13 March 2008
The Dryads Tale
I read this today on a forum called A Witch Alone, which the link can be found in my links section and i loved it, it moved me and touched my soul..
Its taken from a book called; The World of Faires by Gossomer Penwyche
The Dryads Tale…
I stand alone now on the ancient land of my home. There was a time, not so long ago, when I and many thousands of my sisters lied on this once great land together. My family was magnificent forest of oak, cedar, pine and birch. My sisters and I had many children who have all now gone. They the birds and beasts, who lived in our branches, ate our fruit and spread our seeds.
Hordes of creatures struggled daily for their lives. They rejoiced, grieved, played and fought. Fed, starved lived and dies, in great numbers to many to count, over time too long to be measure. I watched their awesome toil for two hundred full turns of the seasons, and then nothing. But I stand here and remember. I stand sentinel to the memory of the lost creatures of this land, and to my own ancestors whose vital juices still flow in my vain.
I once had a name, but I have no need for it now. For there is no one or nothing to remember me. All living forms that could move did so – far away, I know not where. They ran, flew, crawled and burrowed. Slithered and swan away from here. Despite the pleas from my sisters and I. Perhaps they thought we had betrayed them. But that is not so.
My sisters were sacrificed to the mighty beasts, so hard and unbending we could not with stand them. They lumbered and roared among us tearing us down with their shiny claws and their thundering blows. Those monsters, so hard, so resistant, with out any soul, felled us by the thousand, day after day, season after season. Until there were no more. Save for me alone. But I am not done. Oh no not yet.
I am proud of my sisters for they did not go down with out a fight. You may well wonder how we, who can not move from where we stand and must bend or brake to unconscionable tyranny, can oppose such a fierce enemy. It is because we have the power of the place. We stand our ground. You may laugh and say we have no choice, but you are wrong.
One by one my sisters fell I heard their scream of fear and pain. I heard them rail against the fates, and I heard them beg for their lives. But those horrid, rolling monsters aided by those false, sharp tongued with their hundreds of little teeth were deaf to my sisters pleas. Perhaps they could not hear over the clamor of their grumbling war cries. No sound of the forest could be match such a dreadful din; not the roar of the lion or the bear, nor the thunder of the water falling over a chasm. The only sounds more dreadful were the sounds of my sister as they fell to the ground. What cries or portent they were. All the animals, birds and insects heard and understood, so did all the waters flowing, as did the flowers, grasses that lay at our feet. For the final cries of my sister spirits were curses deep and dark. “A curse in thee and all your kind” they cried. “Cursed be your children and cursed be your homes. May the darkness you create come and swallow you whole. My sister’s hexes made my leaves tremble and fall. No wind could shake me as those words did that echoes across the land.
The rampage continued for so many seasons that I dared not count them any longer. Finally the rolling monsters dragged away the last of the empty, lifeless shells of my sisters. Silence fell at last upon the barren land. But it was not the full, serene silence I had known before the enemy came. How different is the stillness of death from the stillness that exists when all nature sings, when life bursts forth and then passes at its proper time. There was daily life and death chaos and commotion in my forest home, but it has gone away forever, as I must, too.
The spirits of wind and rain have not stopped their mourning. The winds howl their rage, the lakes and rivers overflow and flood the land with their tears. Then the droughts come and the sun burns the despoiled earth. Nothing grows, nothing lives. Together, my sisters and I were once able to protect the earth from some of nature’s wrath. But I am alone now. Mt sister’s curses have come to pass. There is no magic that can undo our fate and save the world.
Now I die, too, for my time has come.
I am the last tree.
Who will remember me?
Its taken from a book called; The World of Faires by Gossomer Penwyche
The Dryads Tale…
I stand alone now on the ancient land of my home. There was a time, not so long ago, when I and many thousands of my sisters lied on this once great land together. My family was magnificent forest of oak, cedar, pine and birch. My sisters and I had many children who have all now gone. They the birds and beasts, who lived in our branches, ate our fruit and spread our seeds.
Hordes of creatures struggled daily for their lives. They rejoiced, grieved, played and fought. Fed, starved lived and dies, in great numbers to many to count, over time too long to be measure. I watched their awesome toil for two hundred full turns of the seasons, and then nothing. But I stand here and remember. I stand sentinel to the memory of the lost creatures of this land, and to my own ancestors whose vital juices still flow in my vain.
I once had a name, but I have no need for it now. For there is no one or nothing to remember me. All living forms that could move did so – far away, I know not where. They ran, flew, crawled and burrowed. Slithered and swan away from here. Despite the pleas from my sisters and I. Perhaps they thought we had betrayed them. But that is not so.
My sisters were sacrificed to the mighty beasts, so hard and unbending we could not with stand them. They lumbered and roared among us tearing us down with their shiny claws and their thundering blows. Those monsters, so hard, so resistant, with out any soul, felled us by the thousand, day after day, season after season. Until there were no more. Save for me alone. But I am not done. Oh no not yet.
I am proud of my sisters for they did not go down with out a fight. You may well wonder how we, who can not move from where we stand and must bend or brake to unconscionable tyranny, can oppose such a fierce enemy. It is because we have the power of the place. We stand our ground. You may laugh and say we have no choice, but you are wrong.
One by one my sisters fell I heard their scream of fear and pain. I heard them rail against the fates, and I heard them beg for their lives. But those horrid, rolling monsters aided by those false, sharp tongued with their hundreds of little teeth were deaf to my sisters pleas. Perhaps they could not hear over the clamor of their grumbling war cries. No sound of the forest could be match such a dreadful din; not the roar of the lion or the bear, nor the thunder of the water falling over a chasm. The only sounds more dreadful were the sounds of my sister as they fell to the ground. What cries or portent they were. All the animals, birds and insects heard and understood, so did all the waters flowing, as did the flowers, grasses that lay at our feet. For the final cries of my sister spirits were curses deep and dark. “A curse in thee and all your kind” they cried. “Cursed be your children and cursed be your homes. May the darkness you create come and swallow you whole. My sister’s hexes made my leaves tremble and fall. No wind could shake me as those words did that echoes across the land.
The rampage continued for so many seasons that I dared not count them any longer. Finally the rolling monsters dragged away the last of the empty, lifeless shells of my sisters. Silence fell at last upon the barren land. But it was not the full, serene silence I had known before the enemy came. How different is the stillness of death from the stillness that exists when all nature sings, when life bursts forth and then passes at its proper time. There was daily life and death chaos and commotion in my forest home, but it has gone away forever, as I must, too.
The spirits of wind and rain have not stopped their mourning. The winds howl their rage, the lakes and rivers overflow and flood the land with their tears. Then the droughts come and the sun burns the despoiled earth. Nothing grows, nothing lives. Together, my sisters and I were once able to protect the earth from some of nature’s wrath. But I am alone now. Mt sister’s curses have come to pass. There is no magic that can undo our fate and save the world.
Now I die, too, for my time has come.
I am the last tree.
Who will remember me?
Tuesday 11 March 2008
Earth Hour
Created to take a stand against the greatest threat our planet has ever faced, Earth Hour uses the simple action of turning off the lights for one hour to deliver a powerful message about the need for action on global warming.
This simple act has captured the hearts and minds of people all over the world. As a result, at 8pm March 29, 2008 millions of people in some of the world’s major capital cities, including Copenhagen, Toronto, Chicago, Melbourne, Brisbane and Tel Aviv will unite and switch off for Earth Hour.
http://www.earthhour.org/
This simple act has captured the hearts and minds of people all over the world. As a result, at 8pm March 29, 2008 millions of people in some of the world’s major capital cities, including Copenhagen, Toronto, Chicago, Melbourne, Brisbane and Tel Aviv will unite and switch off for Earth Hour.
http://www.earthhour.org/
Saturday 8 March 2008
Battery Hen Welfare Trust
Sign this petition to urge Cadbury's to stop using eggs from battery farmed chickens.
Simple as that.
http://www.bhwt.org.uk/creme-eggs.php
Simple as that.
http://www.bhwt.org.uk/creme-eggs.php
Friday 7 March 2008
Cities new look
Heres just a couple of pictures that i took today while i was out with the dog.. These particular pictures are taken down an alleyway thats behind some houses..
I wont even go into the amount of broken glass that's about, that's another post with another picture.. Next time im behind Asdas alleyway i will take a picture of the crap thats there, normally its full of beer cans and broken bottles and the amount of plastic bags thats there is almost like a carpet!
Thursday 6 March 2008
Small steps towards the countryside
Ooooh, today i begin my Carers course, so i have sandwiches to make and a flask of tea to prepare, wish me luck!
Wednesday 5 March 2008
A symbol of our times
Everywhere i look this is what im seeing, plastic bags are covering the trees, invading the countryside and our streams and i would say that we should all be ashamed of ourselves.. Opposite me there's a tree with about 3 bags in it, on my way to town everywhere i look, this is what i am seeing.. The worst place i would have to say its down a footpath that leads to a local supermarket, there's rubbish everywhere and loads of plastic bags are caught in the trees and the bushes! Where's the local council getting rid of this crap?, isn't this why we pay taxes?.. If i could reach up into the trees i bloody would..This is the reason we should avoid using plactic bags, these will eventually break down and the wildlife will mistake the pellets for food, and we are killing them, how and when did we get so selfish? This saddens me and when i get my new camera im going to take pictures of all the plastic crap i see, then i will post them here and to the local council as well as the Prime Minister..
Sunday 2 March 2008
Saturday 1 March 2008
On the verge of Spring
Springs coming, which means i can start to plant my veggies. This year iv decided to grow potatoes, runner beans, peas, tomatoes, pumpkin, well a couple as they take up a lot of room, and strawberries... Think thats all iv got room for this year, if i have some space i will add a couple of sweetcorns in amoung the flowers.. Iv also got some summer bulbs to plant and i want to add some more country cottage flowers and more herbs, but i have to wait until the last frosts have been and gone.. But it will soon be the Spring Equinox and the days will be getting lighter and warmer, can't wait!
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