After the second Drama on the Saturday morning of the Silent Eye Workshop we had a break, then a presentation from Lorraine Munn on The Natural World and Man. Lorraine is a Druid and she is a mentor with O B O D and an ordained minister with the One Spirit Interfaith Foundation.
Lorraine spoke to us about how there is so much in Nature that is spiritual and it’s relationship to man.
Lorraine is a warm and knowledgeable woman who made us all stop and think. She suggested that we can learn a lot from plants and trees. Lorraine is very wise about trees she can commune with them.
I shall not attempt to repeat her presentation because I do not want to misquote or misrepresent her in any way.
I love nature and I have always loved trees. I often find myself drawn to them and can spend hours in their company.
Bend with the wind,go with the flow
So wise, with knowledge we will never know.
Bare in the winter
Silent in snow
Covered in blossom in spring
Birds nest in your branches and sing
Summer brings green leaves
And you give us shade
Autumn’s hues are a sight to behold
Covering the ground in carpets of red and gold.
Trees know so much, they see so much. We use them to build, for warmth, for furniture. We give little back. We, humans as a race are users. Vast forests and jungles are cleared in the name of progress.
Hopefully with the splinters and ashes and discarded furniture the trees go back into mother Earth so new ones may grow.
Trees and vegetation were here before us, they will be here when we are gone.
Yes Lorraine is right we can learn a lot from nature. Trees and plants have been here so much longer than we have. Animals too can teach us so much. Have you ever been privileged enough to have a close encounter with, a fox, deer or even domestic animals. The knowledge in their eyes is beautiful.
Ruby (sitting) and her friend Quala. They are both Guide Dogs, though Ruby is now retired and lives with us.
Yes Lorraine confirmed my feelings on our relationship with Nature and gave me a lot to think about.
Our Acer we have only had it a year but we hope it will grace us with it presence for a long time to come.
At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.
At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.
You are old now and you are tired Your body raped and parts of you burned and fired.Yet you love us still. You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.
You were young once golden and new greener than green, seas and rivers running blue.Young then younger than time fresh and pristine then unlike now choked up , dirty and covered in grime.
Yet you love us still. You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.
What promise you had though, when brand new you graced the heavens before we gouged you out and burnt your soul and all things bad upon you wrought.
Yet you love us still. You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.
You felt the thaw of ice ages then felt them come again, strange and huge beast wandered over your plains,you saw man arrive and you watched his growing pains.You nursed us gently as we as humans grew. Sadly, we ungrateful, turned on you.
Yet you love us still. You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.
How beautiful fresh and new were you when only wild beasts and flowers grew when storms were all that raged and and man had not yet started his cruel selfish rampage.
All of you was fresh and new and you had such great things to do. Now we have dragged all that is good from you. We have laid you waste, you can no longer start anew.
Yet you love us still. You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.
Sadly we have pushed you toward your end , we were ungiving , selfish we stole we did not bend. We took from you and did not replace , we have fought wars across your body and we have scared your face.
Yet you love us still. You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.
Oh! Earth mother we have pulled you on at such an un-holy pace , you have tried to warn us but we have slipped through your fingers so far , now from grace.
Your end is nigh and and it is all our fault ……….. and yet you love us still. You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.
