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Spiral Moon Crafts, Huntingdon (2026)

29/04/2026

Beltane Blessings

To May Blossom and Bluebells, and Young Shoots from Old Roots,

As the fires burn on Beltane Eve, may you be filled with all the joys of Spring, and the anticipation of Summers days to come.

It is all too easy in present times to feel overwhelmed by all we hear and see, the sensationalism can often detract from the facts, and the facts can carry their own unwanted weight. These are all things we can not consciously ignore completely, but we can take a big step to one side, so it all becomes less “all consuming”. Let us tune out, opinions and actions, born by those seeking self indulgent glory, and in stead tune in, to the harmonic frequency of balance and unity.

For Beltane is such an uplifting time, full of growth and an ever changing landscape of colour, energy and vitality. A point where Spring, in her own time, makes the gently transformation in to Summer. When Nature shows her hand and waits for us to take it.

Spring has sprung, every hedge row and field, woodland and riverbank, are overflowing with life. The dawn chorus welcomes in each morning with a symphony, that gradually rises to a crescendo as Spring glides seamlessly towards the anticipation of Summer.

Walking as the sun is still rising in the sky, the air though fresh, finally feels as if it has shed the chill of winter, that has lingered long into Spring this year. Just ahead of us on the track, statue like stands Fox, gazing mesmerised down at the ground, where Oxlips and Bluebells provide a less than adequate cover for some small, unsuspecting rodent, oblivious to Fox’s gaze. With speed and admirable agility, a light spring and pounce, then off he trots, turning just once, as if to smile and let us know, he was well aware of us watching. I find it fascinating to try and imagine the depths of the sensual perception, so much greater than ours. That allows for such endeavours, If we could see smell in colours, imagine the zig zag trails that would weave across the land in every direction.

As the sun heightens in the sky a Grass Snake takes the opportunity to bask in the warmth, a perfectly symmetric patten adorns the long slender body, its delicate forked tongue flickering in and out tasting the air. Unconcerned by our passing.

Overflowing water from a near by stream, shimmers through broken slate and stone, a small group of mischievous Swifts take great delight in dipping down, splash landing and playful taking off, so quick and elegant.

Bee hives are a flurry of activity, New orders are being created, some heading for pastures new, it is fascinating to see them clustered protectively together in a nearby tree, waiting for the scouts to return from there search for new lodgings, while those that remain in the Hive get busy, a tireless formation of outgoing and incoming foragers. They are a delight to observe.

There are tail tail ripples on the pond, as newts break the surface and then return to the unseen depths, water snail eggs coat the undersides of the pond w**d. While the pair of Wagtails play at the waters edge.

A tiny Blue tit can be glimpsed diving into the old water pump, where it has made a nest, and the Jenny Wren, for ever the garden alarm, warns all in ear shot when our cat puts an appearance in, though she really prefers mice. !! As dusk arrives so do the little Bats, darting between the branches and over the pond, taking advantage of those insect drawn to the slowly rising moon.

As April leaves and May arrives The moon in her fullness raises the energies to a high point, and she seems to encourage us to take more time out for contemplation, allowing us to indulge ourselves in the moment. Slow down our thoughts, open up our perceptions and trust our instincts.

For with in us all there is a child that has never been tamed, never been controlled and defiantly never forgotten the magic that is all around us. Now more than ever, it is time to let our inner wild child out.

If we embrace the child, we embrace a freedom to explore with out circumscription, to enjoy the beauty of the season with out guilt, and to grow with confidence. Mother Earth in the hight of Spring is a sight to behold, to wonder at, and immerse our selves in. She is the giver of life, the nurturer of souls and the one who watches over all things. All we have to do is to allow our senses to experience everything through that child like, unburdened and creative mind.

Never be tied by constraints we did not choose, for we are the Universe, the Cosmos, little Stars that glint in the sky, we are tiny microbes, atoms and molecules. We are breath, we are life, we are love, we are compassion, we are of the Earth and the Earth is of us.

19/03/2026

Spring Equinox Blessings.

Like a wave Spring embraces the land, there is an awakening on such an immense scale, everywhere we look life stirs, from the tiny Dog Violets to the proud bold Daffodils, and all this happens despite the waring and displacement, the anger and unrest that we see around us, that which is directed by the few, but felt by all.

But, Mother Nature will not be bound or restrained, She is our mentor, the wise one who against all the odds, still rises above it all, there is a gentleness, a steadiness as she reemerges, rising up as a symbol of new beginnings, a fresh season, full of colour and light, scents and growth. A cauldron of expectation and desire, a reminder to all of us that what ever we may fear, with patience and determination we will grow through it also..

To walk across fields and see the Hares at play, chasing one another, or flexing there sinuous muscles, to assert their prowess in “boxing” matches is always an honour. Watching the early morning sun touch on soil, bringing trails of vapour off the earth, under the cloak of which the old Fox saunter carefree, up toward the ridge, giving us a knowing nod before he wanders on. A small Kestrel hovers above the hedge row, alert and ready for an unsuspecting victim to pass below, every feather designed to perfect perfection. Silent and patient in its venture.

As the morning moves on, sunlight glints across the pond, highlighting every ripple and air bubble as they break the stillness of its surface, Newts whom wintered under garden pots, or crevasses in walls, have made there unnoticed journey back to the pond, where in a month or so a new generation will be welcomed. Deep down in the mirky depths camouflaged in sediment and fine debris, lurks the Dragonfly levee, wickedly fast and with a ferocious appetite, an adept predator, has also been awakened in springs wake, as it turns its thoughts to life beyond the pond, of emerging on wings that reflect every colour of the rainbow, shedding the watery realms for the lightness of air.

I love our little Jenny Wren, busy rushing back and forth putting the finishing touches on her intricate nest, for such a small being, her warning calls ring high above most other birds in the garden, as our Cat wanders nonchalantly near her chosen nesting site, in search of a sunny spot to bask in, licking her paws she looks up at the commotion, smiles and falls asleep.. Jenny Wren remains on high alert.

Blossom emerges in delicate cluster, giving the trees a lightness before they are weighted down with summers leaves. As the breeze filters through the twigs and branches petal snow flakes scatter across the pathways, or float on shrinking puddles.

Up on the pasture land the sound of beating lambs fill the air, full of joyful freedom as they gather in small groups skipping and leaping playfully under a welcome sun. If we are lucky we may even catch the first glimpse of early Bluebell or that distinctive smell of Wild Garlic starting to emerge..

With Spring comes the Equinox, which brings us balance, a levelling of the scales, light and dark reach down in equal parts. Every thing brought together, neither greater or lesser than the other, there seems to be a pause, as the sun and moon bow to each other, and offer each a gentle smile of acknowledgement. Their realms of day and night, can not exist alone, one will follow the other, as the other follows the one. It is a moment to just be, as it brings a wave of calm, a sense of inner balance that fills us with the very core essence of Spring and all she represent. Mother Natures gift to us is the understanding that we are all unique and equal at the same time.

She sets us the most beautiful example, the importance of strength and patience, compassion and respect…For nothing holds her back, not Winters onslaught, not mans interventions, she simply waits until the time is right. So when the season shifts and the Sun returns the warmth back in to the land, she is ready. She does not rush or cut corners, but simply unfolds herself, weaving the world back into the seasons beautiful reemergence.

Let Mother Nature take our hand, so the innocence wild child that resides with in us all, can run free.

01/02/2026

Celebrating Imbolc, and embracing the full moon

The festival of Imbolc also shares its energies with the Full Snow Moon this year, what a treat and so full of promises of renewal and purification. A time to start to re emerge. As the strengthening Sun draw us out of hibernation. The Earth shifts, every where we look there are signs of Winters closing act. Snowdrops, white and delicate, cluster around gravestones in our local Churchyard, as if they wish to remind us of the continuing cycle, out of the darkness comes light, like little sentinels, so innocent and pure, untouchable, aways one of the first, and most iconic symbols that Spring is just around the corner.

Although the winds still blow and the cold rains fall, there is a new freshness carved within their form. It reminds us that despite the endeavours of those who would have us believe, there way is the only way, and if they don’t get there way? !! well … we have heard all the rhetoric, the bullying, and demands.. Despite all this, we are reminded to trust in Hope, as surprising as that my sound in this current space and time.

For when demands are made too often, truths are obscured, or promises too frequently broken, eventually we stop listening to the speaker, when we cease to listen, their words loss power. Yes this is a very simplistic view, but we should never forget we are not just a single conciseness, we are many, a collective consciousness, one that can be focused on compassion and kindness, on respect and understanding. In doing so we make space for other voices to rise above this noise, whom hold peace at the heart of their philosophy’s, and an acceptance of fair cultural difference to be upheld. There will always be “differences” but through sharing, and talking freely with respectful discussions and debates, these can be aired with out violence or fear. And if those who hold life above forced power stand together, we become strong.

So let us only listen to that which feeds our soul, that makes us feel whole and alive, for there is so much to enjoy. We do not need to look far. Take the little Jenny Wren so petit, flipping over the leaves under the old Willow. The splash of a pair of Ducks scouting out the ponds viability to become a new nesting place for the future. The fresh sound of a Woodpecker testing the durability of the Lime tree, having been so silent over the past few months. The eternal battle between the crows and pigeons, as to who will secure the highly sought after hole in the Horse Chestnut as there’s, this coming Spring, or the Owls that chatter between them selves as the Moon rides high in the sky.

The first sighting of a Bat, shy and tentatively exploring the world beyond sleep, but deciding, maybe its not quite time to fully emerge. A deep hum of a Bumble Bee, who knows what secret space it has just emerged from, as it appears for a fleeting moment, then disappears again. The morning chorus, seems to crescendo a little louder each day, and there is a more playful air to there gatherings.

Some where deep beneath the soil another creature stirs. Small little hills appear in patches at the top of the garden, signs that Mr Mole is on the move, velvety soft, not always a popular visitor to those that strive for perfect lawns, but we embrace his passage, where he comes from or where he is headed remains a mystery, the freshly piled soil, not really offering up much of a clue with there random dispersal, but they are a welcome prize for all manor of creatures to explore, our little Robin always one of the first to bravely descend.

Trails in the morning dew remind us the old Fox is still keeping an eye on the Chickens, but they stay secure in there own space. The lengthening days mean fresh eggs are back on the menu. While our thoughts turn to plans for window boxes, and a new season of vegetables or herb to tend.

Oh and last years young Squirrels, They spend much of there time tormenting our faith full pup, They delight in sitting upright and twitching there tails at him, a “chase me chase me” challenge that he simply can not ignore, but they are a little distracted with the seasons shift and drop there guard, he takes chase but this time they only escape as he is so surprised to have made physical contact, he jumps back in shock, and the Squirrel learns a new, important life lesson on respect, and lives to play another day.

There is so much to see and hear so much to be grateful of. Not just to dip in to for a few minute, but to know it is always there. Let the last of winter flow through us, be at one with ourselves, and endorse each other, the greatest of adventures lie just out side our own doors, the greatest challenges within our selves. More often than not it is when we not reach what we wanted to achieve, that makes us stronger than when we succeed.

May you feel supported by the changing season, and awakened as Winter fades and steps back, in readiness to welcome the arrival of Spring to centre stage.

20/12/2025

Winter Solstice Blessing and much Love and Light as the season shifts and changes.

Mist envelops the Earth like an invisibility cloak, hiding the secrets of the land beneath its woven threads. The world pulsates and the northern hemisphere silently slips into the longest night, darkness embraces the season with a gentleness of a mother comforting a child. A beautiful peaceful screen that hides the distractions of over bearing commercialism, that is so invasive at this time of year. It is a safe haven where Nature offers us the gift of recharging, resetting our boundaries and remembering that simple things are so much more important.

Winter gives us the time to listen to the deeper voices, the ones that sing the seasons songs, rooted in the heart of nature, composed out of her wisdom, and played through an orchestra of root and stem, trunk and branch, skin and bone. Enabling us to realign and refine our natural intuition, fine tuning into the frequencies that enrich and define us.

Resetting our basic rhythms can offer the chance to see more clearly through the rhetoric that is continually being flooded into our world. So many ideals of the extremes, the artificial intelligence that is simply based on a millennia of opinions, of voices that throw statements filled with “billions” in there narratives, of having to give every thing a label and a boundary.

Rather let us see beyond all this, for whom is the richer? The one who see richness on a materialistic level, or those who deem it something far greater. In fact it is the ultimate achievement, priceless, for it can not be bought or sold, but is with in the reach of every single one of us, It is the very accomplishment of compassion, kindness, adventure, achievement, experiences, good or bad. Of learning and growing, of love, life and so much more all rolled into one word “Rich”. So misused.

If we need evidence of this let us look to nature, to the land, and to those that share this earth with us. Even in the darkest of nights there is a flow of activity, a beautiful emergence of wisdoms passed down through the ages, ever moving, like the tide it ebbs and flows, but never ceases. Where one light goes out anther is lit, a cycle of regeneration and balance.

The natural world does not question, or try and change things, they simply accept and adapt. Observe the bare soil, covered in a carpet of leaves, if you gently move them, revealing the soil beneath, you see not stagnant ground, but life, the first signs of a little bulb seeking the surface, a Beetle carrying off what we would consider, a most unappetising meal of rotting leaf, but to this ground walker it is a delightful treasure. In the tree above a small grey Squirrel precariously balances from twig to branch with a Quince, clasped in its jaws almost as big as itself, retrieved from the compost pile, now the prize it intends to stash in one of its many hiding places.

The Buzzard above circles attentively, the perfect opportunist hunter patiently waiting and watching, or the little Robin who sits so close, as we tend the winter vegetable patch, by no means shy, as it boldly dives in, as the turned soil reveals a Grub or Worm, An appreciated reward for such diligence and bravery. The Spider who weaves miles and miles of web, or the Hedgehog, nested down under the decking, dry and snug in its duvet of last seasons leaves. Just beyond a line of trees at the top of the hill, silent and majestic, silhouetted by the rising sun, is a small herd of Deer, so mesmerising, that the camera hangs untouched, my faithful dog and I watch, caught up in the beauty of the moment, as they wander off over the horizon.

The seasons change and the longest night shift as we awaken after the Solstice to the hints of days lengthening. But please do not wish these hours away, they are there for us to benefit from, to keep a cycle within our selves attuned to that without, to balance us in all things and to remind us the importance of just being.

It is with in the depths of silence, shielded by the Winter Solstice darkness, where we will hear the greatest wisdoms, whispered through time and space, Just like the seasons change so do we, embrace those changes and feel the transformations that they bring.

Let your intuition be your wisdom.

I found this beautiful Winter Solstice blessing, I do not know who wrote it, but here, I share it with you.

May you find peace in the promise of the solstice night,
That each day forward is blessed with more light.
That the cycle of nature, unbroken and true,
Brings faith to your soul and well-being to you.
Rejoice in the darkness, in the silence find rest,
And may the days that follow be abundantly blessed.

30/10/2025

Samhain Blessings

May the ancestors walk forever by your side.
Chinese proverb - “To forget one’s ancestors is to be a book with out a source, or a tree with out a root”

Autumn shifts a little as we find ourselves embracing the festival of Samhain, a time of celebration and remembrance, of lighting candles, carved pumpkins, and door to door visits by excited ghosts, witches and vampires, quite a sight to behold.

Perhaps, though not so traditional in terms of how it is generally celebrated, or too commercial, though only as much as you want it to be. It is fun, and it reminds us all that there is another less visited world out there, those otherworldly places, that hide in the mists of our minds, and can be glimpsed only when we truly open ourselves to our surroundings, There is so much to see, so much to feel, the seasonal shift is a subtle distraction, that brings in its wake, the beauty of the natural world at its most adaptive.

Like Bears heading into their cave for Winter, there is a need to reach inwards, to connect on a deeper level, as we step into the darker half of the year. Not in fear, or a conviction that we will find it sad, lonely or even depressing, as the media tries to brain wash us with pre anticipated thoughts of how negative it all is. Encouraging us to do this, and buy that, for the modern solution to everything normally involves expense on many a thing, we truly do not need.

This preconceived ideal, that short days and long nights are bad, is simply not true. If we flow with the seasons and cycles, our own bio rhythms are naturally engineered by nature to carry us through, we are akin to the Earth we walk upon, the Air we breathe and awash with nature that surrounds us.

In fact, this should be an uplifting time, just look at what is all around us. There is a sense of increased luminosity that gathers in the folds of the nights, Our inner self just waiting for the mind chatter to hush, so it can reach every nerve in our being, it is the feeling of not being alone, we seem to be able to touch the essence of life, the actual weave that holds the fabric together.

Watch the Spider as she patiently weaves her web, symmetrical and strong, but constructed of an almost invisible thread of silk, it glistens in the moonlight, a rainbow of silver, shimmering reflections of another place, holding the secrets of diverse perceptions within its form, if its broken, she simply and silently rebuilds it again.

Night creatures live an almost secret life that we only glimpse occasionally, we may hear the Owls as they hold court from tree to tree, or notice the sudden flight of roosting Pigeons, as they fear the gaze of the stealthy Fox slinking across the fields edge.
We may glimpse Badger who wanders noise to ground, across the edge of the woodland, in search of Earthworms and fallen nuts and berries, their aposematic white markings, a striking warning to a passing Hedgehog, to keep its distance, as it rustles through the fallen leaves. Bats flit across beams of moonlight, creating invisible patterns in the night sky, as they weightlessly flit through the cool night air.

Between draped blankets of damp mist, the woodland floor offers up a delectable pallet of fungi, in so many shapes and sizes, and rich aromas, that blend with damp moss and fallen leaves, simply heightens the sensation of interconnectedness between all that set their roots down in to the rich cool earth.

Even the trees seem more alive, free of the rather cumbersome summer greenery, they flow with grace, lightness and freedom in time to the winds ever changing tempo. While evergreens, heavy with berries and cones provide secret shelter for the small feathered folk to Nestel down in. It is such a joy to wander under there boughs and feel the energetic vibrations that keep everything so freely bound together and vibrant.

This is a time of year when we can feel the benefits of reconnecting on a deeper level. Enabling us to reach beyond the present and sense the depth of a more ethereal existence, a place that seems to drift in and out of our peripheral vision, a veil or mist that gradually fades, as we allow our inner self to step forward. So we are able to perceive the connection that is ever present between the two worlds, inviting us to explore the deeper aspects of our own consciousness, the part of us that is more aligned with the ancients, and there simpler essence of being, so we may embrace change and growth, that is born both of physicality and extrasensory roots.

For change is continuous and inevitable, we would not fare well if we remained stagnant, so welcome it, let our routine flex and adapt to fit the seasonal changes, open our inner subliminal self, the psyche that never stops flowing through our physical form.

Allow your inner self to be your outer guide. Trust your instincts and live from your heart. Let the season, bring you balance and understanding.

Feel grounded by the earth beneath your feet, as the wind fuels your inner flame, while the calming waters bring it all into balance.

21/09/2025

Autumn Equinox, Alban Elfed, Mabon Blessings

To Balance, Serenity, and compassion.

We live in challenging times where the self important egotistical few, chose the destiny of humanity, where megalomaniacs strive, for power, land and monetary gain, seems to out weigh the basic right to live in peace. We try to understand why they lack the intellect to understand, that there actions have consequences beyond our wildest nightmares. This gives rise to unrest across the world, where neighbours start to fear neighbours, as we drown in the selective propaganda fed through carefully managed digital feeds, trying to influence us to there predisposed agendas, that cloud future prospects, as we try and swim to the surface, through the maze of preachers pulpits, and in the midst of this, we can be forgiven for forgetting the most basic of facts.

But facts they are, and they are given freely.

Mother Nature is beautiful, there is an unadulterated innocence in her continual defiance of mans destruction. Her delicate patterns of regrowth slowly reclaim that which we destroy. The freshness of her efforts are a sign that there is always hope, a way forward. To remember where we are from and to where we shall return, thus allowing for our Earth forms to enjoy her ever spreading gift of colours, aromas and taste, to rekindle the essence of what we truly are. An invitation from her, to mirror her patience, and endurance no matter what she is expected to over come.

There is a beauty in the gift of a sun rise, light reaching down like fingers brushing the earth, as the horizon explodes with pinks and golds, reflected on to the ground in a myriad of patters. And in those fingers of light are memories and messages reminding us of the intricate differences between life and sorrow. Though we may feel there is a vast abyss to cross before we touch the innocence of nothing, in fact it is only an arms reach away. As the morning light dances on our skin we are awakened, we are empowered, every day is a reset.

Like waves gently breaking on the shore line, we fall in to rhythm with its flow, breathing in as it pulls back, and exhaling as it is released back on to the sand. Offering up an intimate connection with its unbroken rhythm, wether it is calm or not, it never stops, just simply changes momentum, as it dances to a different tune, a musical orchestra that ebbs and flows in unison, one that bids us to join, and add to the richness of its composition.

As I sit and watch the water flow before me, an Egret settles in the shallows, long slender legs, one raised just above the water, the other like a statue still below, majestic in its posture. The reeds behind whisper on the breeze, causing ripples across the waters surface, adding a ghostly essence to its mirrored white reflection. So still, and patient, as if in deep meditation it waits, eyes alert, ever watchful for the slightest movement or glimmer in the water below, disconnected to the distractions of the persistent babbling of ducks around it, or the chattering gulls over head, until finally rewarded, the Egret deeps with lightning speed, rising again with its prize. The fluidity of movement so easy and natural.

Just as the water flows and the seasons change, there is a constant motion that brings balance and awareness into our being. We are reminded of the importance of that balance and how it moulds what we do, say or think, it gives us the peaceable notion that nothing is unattainable. We all have the power to change and flow, we all have the ability to work in harmony with each other. It is that inert patience that brings success to our desires, not as an instant gratification, but as a simple thought that grows and sets its roots into the foundations of our consciousness, where it blossoms, feeding off the magic of life.

The Autumn equinox brings us to a transition, where day and night harmonise, as if time its self stands still and resets, ready for the seasonal changes that come with the darker half of the year. But this is not a darkness to fear, it is a darkness to grow in, a time for inner reflection and redirection, for understanding that, as the trees shed there leaves to be carried on the wind, we too can shed that which we no longer need. We can embrace the simplicity of just being. The joy or feeling lighter and wiser.

Let the elements ignite you inner child, as your imagination flies on the wind, run bare foot in the rain, and leave that which no longer has a place in your life behind, embrace mother nature as she flows through your veins, be gentle of heart and compassionate to others.

For we are all of Air and Fire, Water and Earth, of Flesh and Blood, Root and Soil. We are one and we are many.

Seasons blessings.

01/08/2025

Welcome August
Seasonal Blessings to all, as the festival of Lughnasadh arrives,

May your baskets fill as the first of the harvest starts to be gathered, the land is plentiful, we are filled with a sense of amazement and gratitude at the ease with which nature provides so much, for so little in return.

In a world where there is so much unnecessary lose and pain, it seems all the more poignant that we stop and appreciate the gifts Mother Nature offers. For those of us that have the freedom to go out and gather from hedgerows, allotments and gardens, fields and woods, it is hard not to take our rich soils, and space enough for trees and plants, animals, birds and insects, for granted. For they are one of our greatest gifts.

I came across an image recently, a single child and his mother, delicately picking dried shrivelled berries off just one lone bush, their faces intent, but so happy at such a tiny offering, despite standing against a background, of dusty, barren landscape, drowned and buried by the destruction of the wars of men. Such a contrast to our Crab Apple trees overflowing with fruit, branches bowing under their weight. Wayward Bramble Briars, prickly and full of ripening berries and Damsons hanging like clusters of grapes, and all these are free for us to forage.

Let us then celebrate the Season, the Farmers and the Harvest, celebrate what we have. Nature has a way of grounding us, the enormity of what she does and the vastness of the area she covers, means everything else pales into insignificance. My little vegetable garden fills hours of my summer days, nurturing and caring for plants that will end up becoming part of us, they are the basic element of our survival, the energy absorbed through roots and leaves, becomes bound in to our DNA. The land provides under Mother Natures guidance, with out her we would all be in that barren and dusty landscape. She can be both the angry Lioness, proud and bold, or still waters of an undisturbed pond.… Forgiveness is part of her success, for when we step back and stop defiling the earth, she quickly and quietly rebuilds, to sustain and support again.

So when you wander down the lanes or city streets, stop and pause a moment, listen to the Sparrows chatter in the hedgerows, or the Starlings gathering on the telephone lines. See the Dandelion standing proudly between the paving slabs and the Spiders web woven between the street lamp and its post. Look to the skies for the Hawk circling the church spire, or the rustle of Squirrels running through the woodland floor.

See the ripples on the pond as the little Moorhen chick dives underwater to avoid detection, popping up at the other end, gazing intently as we walk past. Watch baby Rabbits playing happily around the edge of the fields, while Mice look on, a little bewildered, as what seems to be a Giant Mechanical Dragon, grunts and rumbles across its field, eating the tall wheat, that once provided its own miniature forest of cover.

Take a moment to breath in the season, let it fill your lungs with fresh aspirations, open your heart to the bending lines of energy that swirls between the trees and flowers, each one playing in harmony with the scents and colours that resinate from every singular living entity. Like lay lines that have spilled up through the crakes of parched Summer earth, escaping on to the breeze, to drift out across the land. This sensation transports us from the hear and now, into the higher realm. Entwining with our inner self, the part of us that has walked this land through millennia. The antiquarian veins, that we share with Mother Nature open us up, so we can relearn what we have forgotten, delving into wisdoms carried through generations of ancestors, to be shared again, through story, verse and song, celebrating how to live our lives in peace, with all that grows, lives and breaths along side us, harmoniously and with humble compassion.

We are “Ancient Souls’ in “Earth Forms", part of the great Universe, navigators of paths that travers the Cosmos. We simply need to remember. Remember that, along side our day to day tasks, we can still reach in and find an inner peace. One that once lite, has the ability to ignite others around us, building a chain reaction, that is capable of creating a beautiful and deep seated shift for the better.

Allow the inner child to escape, dance in the Sun Light and contemplate under the Moon, and brush away the dull words of those who always seek for more, when less will do. .

This quote seemed so right for today. Wise words spoken with grace.

”World peace must develop from inner peace.
Peace is not just mere absence of violence.
Peace is, I think, the manifestation of human
compassion.” Dalai Lama

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