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Post by lizanne on May 29, 2005 13:30:24 GMT -5
hello Jeff. Since you started this topic, and I have had delivered to me some of your story, and read, and pondered, and now I hope to hear "......the rest of the story! for now, I am goin' fishin'-first time ever, this time. -L
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Post by peter on May 31, 2005 7:48:26 GMT -5
He remembered the prayers he said to the trees. It was a quiet personal moment between them , him and all there was . "Im taking youre life as some day mine will be taken." "I am asking you to know that my part in this world is just a part, no more" As I take youre life , please know that one day you will have mine. " Those were the words he had spoken when he cleared the land for a home and a vineyard. The work was done in earnest thought and mindfull design as he labored part time nights, weekends, holidays and vacation time... "If youre gonna do it, stop talking" his father used to say. As each day passed, a litttle more of the land entered his dream. He thought it, he worked it, He believed in it... . It was going to be his and hers 40 year garden, as they called it. ... Why are those trees still calling me? dont they know that my life changed?.... "NO , i guess they dont.." .... it is more like me... I should remember that they LOST thier lives due to me. I owe them..... and myself my promise...... Today as i plant my new garden , I will be mindfull of thier presense and my promise...... I see my home clealy. still. In some ways , part of me didnt stop building my home. I see the pond with the koi, the solar field, the 0 human pathogen effluent discharge septic systym, the water roof holding tanks, wind mills, nursery and vineyard,, and of course the flowers. Tens of thousands of them... ...All of it.. except, all of it without her.. I cant take back my thoughtactions, although if i had known... what would i have been able to do? I think she would have died none the less. The treees too.
so... right now... this is the best i can do....
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Post by lizanne333 on May 31, 2005 9:26:05 GMT -5
Peter says: Oh Peter, How beautiful. I too dream of such thngs, and I see your vision. In my "past life", we took a barn, put in a 3rd floor stripped the south side, putting up lasco glass. Finished the inside. I did the taping/mudding, smooth finish Used 55 gal drums filled with water as heat sinks on south side, and grew organic tomatoes in worm castings, during winter time. What an experience. I got $3.00 a lb! The secret was calcium and sunlight=sugar. They were so sweet, but also labor intensive. Ran into some problems with airflow, as we did not want to interfere with the historical barns integrity. I had 23 acres of organic land, upon which we leased to an organic cattleman. Lee, in his 70;s would name his "babies" I can still hear him call "Hey baby, baby, baby" and watch them come a'runnin. Such beauty! Was the only organic piece of land east of the Willamette River. We can dream can't we! -L
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Post by peter on Jun 1, 2005 8:47:57 GMT -5
dreams are a good thing....
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Post by lizanne333 on Jun 1, 2005 8:54:04 GMT -5
THE HEALING OF THE PINE GROVE
to the ones inside of me in this place where they can see restoration of their love thought lost, thought losssst!
'twas temporary only tempor---airy
healing's a 'comin' it's already here, allowin' time for it to appear
one by one they shall come unto meeeee, to be set freeeeee and in me is the ONE, Who does the healin' of both you and meeeeeee-e-eee-ah
He wipes away each falling tear applying honey to our harrrtsa holding each one us to His breast In meeeeee-eeee-eeee
crooooning songs of nature's best gently swayin' in time, in time... hold me close, oh, please surrenderrrerr* just relax, take it slo-o-o-wly don't you know that I have never been loved like this before nor have youuuuuuuuuuuu!, oh sweet baby!
and meeee-ah ownin' nothin' it just a flown', the river's source thru meeee-eeee
healin's comin it's already heeeeera 'llowin' time for it to appeara
don't you see? that I have never loved like this before
For the Bach Family-All of them! -L
*bit of the Diamond influence here
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Post by peter on Jun 1, 2005 15:44:26 GMT -5
From The trees that Speak. ..... see promises...
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Post by lizanne333 on Jun 1, 2005 17:59:53 GMT -5
Posted by peter on Today at 16:44 To one whose roots lie deep within the Earth, a question. HAVE YOU EVER KNOWN A TREE TO LIE?Let's all trust; remain open, willing to allow, and watch what unfolds! It is up to our desire. Is this not a key to this issue, and the ultimate key to all things? And sweet Peter, I know you understand this! -L
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Post by peter on Jun 2, 2005 13:45:07 GMT -5
promises was for another . thankkkks.
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Post by peter on Jun 3, 2005 15:51:50 GMT -5
During the few days it took for blotter to snigggle the weeds, trumpf the rocks and moigle the historical debris from his chosen garden patch, something was on his mind. He knew it was there...... well what ever it was he would find out in good time.... The new dirt was cut in with the old. Plenty of hummus and muchroom compost and peet.... gooooooood soil now... all natural. there was even a large Vase of an unfired piece of pottery out in the center of it . One depicting a ballet dancer, just for fun.. the seedlings were doing fine. Rain tonight. light airy... all good!!!!. new friends were interested and some even promising to bring plants for saturdays planting. Hoses. . yup! reach? no problem. sprinkler attachment? sweeet as!! fauct hex key ? no worries.... watering cans?.. three. but inside , blotter was feeling thirsty after all that thinking and fun... What was missing? .. he said good night to everyone and came in for a little swim and wash... had plenty of water to drink to ease his thirst... and smacked his otter lips loudly...( have you ever heard an otter smacking his lips?) "AAHHHH"... Well, blotter had some fish to catch and it was the best time to do that... twilight....... byeeeeeee
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Post by peter on Jun 4, 2005 8:29:05 GMT -5
... there may be a hose bib... there may be a faucet key... but blotter never thought that the water pipes for all the outside spigots had been disconnected.... bummer... but? that wont stop a gardener... as a mater of fact... with a big drum to store the water, hand watering is fun and others will be able to "dip" into the well and help those thirsty plants when ever... .. 200 feet to the nearest hose bib with water... whew! thats a long way... water water water... i wonder if i can get a hose attachment on to the fire hydrant? hmmm its only 35 feet away. hummmmmmmmmm.
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Post by peter on Jun 13, 2005 12:47:52 GMT -5
With the calling of the land's peace in evenings cooling hands, a move with time on our space's peacing door In the every direction of constantchildren's summer fun sunlight , the love that roots in every tree, sang. Blotter heard his song in a silent shadow with visions of liquid eagles flying back towards his direction, guided by earths magnetic carpet bluegreen paths ... Nice to be swimming the singing ocean once more with lovely virgins as they twirl, spinning out of sight..... the cats look away as they wanted me here... returning never to what i have known before as i leave the firestorm once more... So, I continue to look right through the me reflection passed the hidden books and check whats written in colors and symbols behind mystery's next mystery door..... ... not waiting at alllllllll. ...not at all............swish swish swish. happy summer gardens that move out there!!!!!!!
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Post by peter on Jun 23, 2005 12:09:56 GMT -5
I didnt think i would miss my redwoods and western red cedars or the gigantic sequoia.... or the canyon oak, Madrone, even the Tan oak, but.... I do..... i miss climbing them and creaturing around them.... humpffffff. sigh... .. guess there is only one thing to do.., welll two... either go back or plant them here..... ?? hmmmmmmm.... now there is a picture.... Redwooods in vermont... ... .... .. plant plant plant..... i wonder if it is possible...? i mean, to have a non native species grow and survive out here... Im doing ok.. i bet the trees would too....... with cats lurking and guarding the doors, i am sure it sould happen..." whatdaya think there, smurfo?"//// he just curls his head into my shoulder as his head rotates 180 degrees , trying to find my eyes so that he can let me know how sincerely hungery he is...... me toooo.. well ... its L t ... .. ... " yes... i think ittttttt would work", smurfo thinks to himself... "NOWWWWW FEEEEEED MEEEEEEE"!!!!.......... Obviously time to go... ....peace...p
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