I really did see a glimmer of hope recently while down in East County Clare. Along the side of the road, (not a main road, mind you, but a road nonetheless), there was a little sheebeen and inside there were vegtables in small bags with prices on them and along side these vegtables was a box called an honesty box. The idea was to chose what vegtables you wanted and leave the money in the honesty Box; No shopkeeper, no one looking over your shoulder to make sure you didn’t do a runner, no policing of the situation at all. Pure anarchy at its finest and best. By the way all these vegtables were homegrown and organic and cheap.
What struck me was how much goodwill these people were spreading by being brave enough to run this “shop” in such manner, entrusting the general public with paying for what they took, trusting them to do the right thing. It And from all accounts it works. Fair dues to those people and long may it last is what I say
I notice myself slipping off all the time into my own little world. I can be having a chat with someone and suddenly I’ m thinking of something not at all related, gone like the wind into another realm. For example, I might be chatting to my friend about her father and suddenly my thoughts race off and arrive at some flashback of what happened the other day. At moments like this, I get a little embarassed because I will come back to the friend, who is still chatting about her father, and have to pretend that I didn’t miss out on half of what she already said and will have to read between the rather scant lines that I did hear and guess the rest. And she will have noticed the slight vacant look on my face, the shame in my eyes, the uneasiness about me as I struggle to keep up with her story. Now isn’t that shocking.
I remember once or twice when I was running in the woods and suddenly I fell, simply tripped and toppled over, and found myself sprawled on the muddy ground. And I asked myself how the hell that happened and the answer was simply that I got too into my own little world and was very absent from the task at hand, running. Whenever I fall or trip, it usually implies that I have become unconscious of the here and now.
And the moral of the story is to always stay in the here and now and not to wander off in your head. Easier said than done!!! I’m off now to have a little daydream about candied borage flower and purple butterflies with pink spots and yellow and orange grass and balmy breezes and………….. there I go again!!
“How are you, young yarrow?”
“Fine, thank you, Mr Sparrow.
And how are you today.
With that look of dismay?”
“I’m in need of a shower,
My beautiful Flower.
Waiting for the rain
Down this country lane”
“What I need is sunshine
for my complexion so divine.
To get wet does no good.
If it rains I’ll need a hood.
“Oh, just one little shower
My beautiful Flower.
My feathers need a wetting
in a puddle. Don’t be fretting!”
“Well, hold off for a day
Or there’ll be hell to pay.
If the farmers cant get
the sunshine for their hay.
It’ll be raining soon enough
So don’t go off in a huff.
Wait for a while.
Give me a smile!
Down this country lane
You will have your rain”
Did you ever feel that somebody or something was trying to whisper in your ear and was sort of tapping on your shoulders, standing immediate behind you? Perhaps an angel, or a spirit? And this thing that they are whispering is quite inaudible and leaves you guessing what was said? And then you try to put meaning on all this and start to work out the intended message? Then you come up with a whole new way of thinking like as if the message was telling you to shift your attitude ever so slightly, to make some little adjustment to your thought process, to see things in a different light, to understand the possitive side of the situation and not to dwell on the negative and then everything will be alright. Well this is what’s happening to me recently. There is a message coming through and I believe it is not an angel nor a spirit but rather my own consciousness helping me to become aware of some shift that needs to happen. The good thing here is that this little shift won’t be too upsetting. It’s only a minor adjustment.
So, little man, or guardian angel, or ghost, or whoever or whatever you are, don’t you worry!!! Point taken. I have made the necessary steps. You can now tap on someone else’s shoulder and whisper in their ear. I’d say there are quite a few candidates out there that need adjusting and could do with an awareness boosting!!!
When I was young I heard this expression many times “I’ll be glad to see the back of her”. I’m not quite sure if it was my mother or my father or both or even the neighbour that used to say this from time to time and I used to wonder what it meant. The sentiment behind it was always unmistakably venomous so one knew that the “she” in question had better get lost real soon. And it usually was a “her” for some reason; ” She”, the one that the cat dragged in, the hussy who had better tow the line or else!!! “She” was a troublemaker and one to be wary of, one who it was better to see her back rather than her front. Seeing her back meant she was going away and was no longer a threat to the general peace and quiet. Now, seeing her “front” was cause to set off alarm bells; the offending and approaching hazard; double trouble getting nearer and nearer; panic setting in, danger looming larger and larger; Oh, What to do?. “Can’t somebody turn her around so that we can see her back”!!!
My hawthorn flower tincture is brewing away nicely, almost ready. The window of opportunity to pick the hawthorn flower seemed to have abruptly finished as quickly as it started this year and it passed me by before I realised that it was too late. So there I was, head bowed down, disgruntled, dejected, disappointed that this year I was not going to be able to make hawthorn tincture when suddenly I looked up and spotted a hawthorn in full bloom in the distance. I made my way over and was so astonished to see all the blossoms still on the tree, still fresh, still worthy of picking. I was lucky, very lucky indeed that this year one hawthorn tree decided to wait for my tardiness in collecting the flowers. It’s like as if it said to itself “that mad one in the gate lodge means to gather some hawthorn flowers this year but she hasn’t done it yet so I’ll give her a little more time to get up off her behind and gather some from my tree” And that’s what I did. It was like a gift out of heaven.
And today, I went out and picked some elder flowers and have them now ” stewing” away in a glass jar with vodka just covering them. It’ll take a few weeks before I can try it. But I can’t wait. According to some sources, Elder Flower has many uses medicinally but also stimulates energy . So if the “mad one at the gate lodge” is to get a new lease of life in the coming few weeks and is jumping for joy all around Charleville Forest, don’t be surprised!!
Oh Lazy days, with hazy heat.
Crazed and amazed and in a daze
In among the blades of grass,
You come forth in all your glory
To give thanks, to genuflect to
Those long and lingering sunsets