(Image : "Gaia´s Children", Collage, Shakti G., 2003)

H-O-P-E

means...

Help Our Planet Evolve.

(Anon)

*grin*

The Wizard of Lothlorien : Electricity

My boiler broke down. Technician? Not available. Money ? Nope, not at the moment.

So...No more lovely lengthy showers, no warm water (have to warm up the water with pots). AND ...it started to snow! Just my grubby luck.

So, no central heating system and no warm water. And it´s below zero outside.

How bloody NICE.

And it´s been like that for a MONTH!

But, hey!

What a lovely lovely experience. I mean it.

It got me thinking about the basic luxuries, electricity and gas to start with. At least I can warm up pans of water, and do the dishes with that! Mmmmmmm....warm water.....

Fluffy Nordic bedstuff, delicious.

Warm water for the dishes, delicious.

Light on my night table to read by, delicious.

A fire in the fireplace - and an unending supply of wood (what with 108 acres of woodland!...)

De-li-cious.

A live connection to the Net, delicious.

A good car, delicious (I can go to the supermarket for coffee with Mika, and have a warm moment! Delicious, scrumptious, splendid, DELECTABLE.)

I can make a PIZZA in the oven, and eat it all warm and cheesy and crunchy : incredible.

Synthetic blankets to watch a bit of telly : Thank You.

Thank you, Universe, thank you, THANK you!!!

And it got me thinking... but how on Earth could Humanity survive in the wilds for millenia without these luxuries??? Old people, sick people, children, women giving birth...

I tell you, my friends, I´m awe-fully GRATEFUL!...

And don´t worry about me, I´ll survive.

Treegod:

The Soul of This Land is My Soul

The soul of this land is my soul.

Created and taken from its core,

A great cauldron of love and hate forged my being,

Its strengths and weaknesses bred my complexities.

My fruits are the fruits of this land.

My body yearns tastes and textures for its life,

Taking what it can when it can.

But the great consumer must be consumed

and return to the land.

My face is one of the land’s many.

To look at it is to celebrate nature’s diversity.

To love or hate it is to be deceived.

For the face blocks out what is truly beautiful.

My life is the land’s life.

It gives all I need and will take it back,

We should nurture it as it nurtures us.

What I do is for the land.
My heart is driven by the land’s heart.

The blood flows round and round.

The twisting, turning and circling never ending.

My true heart will never fail.

My mind is the land’s mind.

Thoughts expressed by the land for the land.

A tapestry of consciousness expressed in me.

All knowledge coming from the no-knowledge within