tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92147284386845680442024-03-13T06:57:04.669+00:00Faith NoltonFaith Noltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17198202037218212708noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214728438684568044.post-88121496258924796542024-01-12T13:51:00.002+00:002024-01-14T12:32:44.251+00:00<p><span face="-webkit-standard" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A SONG OF TREES</span></p><p><span face="-webkit-standard" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Sometimes we glimpse a shadow outside of time, a slip of everyday 'real'.</span><span class="Apple-converted-space" face="-webkit-standard" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span></p><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-standard; text-size-adjust: auto;">Change is happening nowadays with more and more speed. The glimpses and 'downloads' from the Unseen come more frequently.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-standard; text-size-adjust: auto;">I had one such experience a while ago. It has stayed with me. I attempted recording it in a painting and in words. I share it here, to honour the vision and to affirm that this process of realisation of a wider web of life is natural and is part of the present re-weaving of our Mother Earth's dreaming… please pass it on if you wish…</div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-standard; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-standard; text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXQjgkwxM1W71xoTAIwb4PxFjQ7nqnAGV4R_10ozpyLHoEyYCaeStsw8dOG3j-N1_wN_Z8ie6hF473sB1QXlZXYs7QlY0YJZODAo1CRrWAW_hMltCajOXEOW1SAu6H-8no1AOr0SBLl_OQGmPeeyG9A87tsBje26X3Da_3FnDSDDIUHQiXHcTJwOfiiN9K" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1572" data-original-width="3096" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXQjgkwxM1W71xoTAIwb4PxFjQ7nqnAGV4R_10ozpyLHoEyYCaeStsw8dOG3j-N1_wN_Z8ie6hF473sB1QXlZXYs7QlY0YJZODAo1CRrWAW_hMltCajOXEOW1SAu6H-8no1AOr0SBLl_OQGmPeeyG9A87tsBje26X3Da_3FnDSDDIUHQiXHcTJwOfiiN9K=w586-h297" width="586" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Out of this land the trees come forth</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Reaching each way for light and dark<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Joining sky and earth in line</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Like sympathetic strings of time.</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">My inner eyes just caught a glimpse,</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">A vision of the once-that-was,</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Vast network of a native throng</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Of busy-ness and living song.</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Gone these flattened, unwild fields,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Shrunken marshes, sheep-shorn hills;</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Wiped away the concrete caul</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Of netting roads and urban sprawl</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">I saw, through ghosts of kin we share,</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Your dreaming still beneath our feet,</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">bark and root, and Blood and bone</div><div style="text-align: start; text-size-adjust: auto;">Circling time and holding home.</div><div><br /></div></div><br /><br /></div>Faith Noltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17198202037218212708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214728438684568044.post-20631960238806528702024-01-05T11:24:00.001+00:002024-01-05T11:24:51.683+00:00<p> It has been some while since I ventured into my blog corner, but today I find myself here... good to see you are here too! I may take a while to remember the buttons to push, but here goes with what I hope will be a regular blog post - no resolutions!</p><p>So here is my latest work in progress, prompted by a poem that came to me late last year. </p><p>Blessings and Beauty to all for 2024</p><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-standard; font-feature-settings: normal; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left; text-size-adjust: auto;"><i><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I was going to do housework today.<br /></span><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I made a resolve. An appointment<br /></span><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">With the duster and vacuum monster.<br /></span><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">How can I do housework when my spirit<br /></span><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Is flying a kite in the stars<br /></span><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">And they are singing?</span></i></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-feature-settings: normal; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-feature-settings: normal; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZRSQFiStUrAbG-qukvI_7ZNUTvoLEH65UDY_pl9-jXWuAPAgi2lyNz_s8SdMJKvChEk_oMoBJjhdoNu5CizE1qj-Hw8H6wset_ywzk_jLSvkCXlfOAX79KD_CFRsSP0dgSz75NEC47QSSTlyUYYG0n748CCjKP6467x63S0hXHqy-bWzKKOIkwfXIwuG/s640/IMG_0845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="594" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZRSQFiStUrAbG-qukvI_7ZNUTvoLEH65UDY_pl9-jXWuAPAgi2lyNz_s8SdMJKvChEk_oMoBJjhdoNu5CizE1qj-Hw8H6wset_ywzk_jLSvkCXlfOAX79KD_CFRsSP0dgSz75NEC47QSSTlyUYYG0n748CCjKP6467x63S0hXHqy-bWzKKOIkwfXIwuG/w333-h359/IMG_0845.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br /></span></div>Faith Noltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17198202037218212708noreply@blogger.com