*~*~*~*The Land Where the Bong Tree Grows*~*~*~*~*

[ShinyHappyPeopleHoldingHands]

I can't take us there though; not got it in me... [wistful]

Where's Paps?

We need GlitterFairy.. and Melsy.. there are others whos names escape me.. .. and ^anybody else who fancies relaxing in the balmy, spiritually renewing Bong Land.

Wow my eldest will love that picture thanks Paps!

Iam so weary it must be the weather so am spending today dozing and reading in the library and toasting my marshmallows by the fire. I look out at the wild windswept lands and yearn for sun.

So glad that your eldest will like the pic Came across the name pinkriver here on MN, a bogus fun thread about by someone called "pinkriver" who claimed to be infatuated by another MN, googled the name and it gave the dolphins

I have been weary too, and dozing and reading are good cozy warm spaces to indulge. We toasted marshmellows and sausages yesterday in fire made in the sandpit at Playcentre!! Kiwis are so feral I have a video for you too watch glitter, while you rest youtube.com/watch?v=5DLulUT5x0U

I always like a bit of Jane! Looks good as a chocolate box type of relaxing film sort of escapist bubble stuff whihc is where we all reside in here in any case.

Am off to the woods today to get leaves for a salad and mushrooms for a mushroom stew. Berries for puddng.

Then this afternoon a walk along the sea front with the fresh breeze to blow away the cobwebs.

Oh lovely, glad its your type of film

Today I fly with the Bellbirds and take singing lessons from the elders who are teaching their nestlings to trill. For tonight in the Yurt I want to sing songs and dance like a bird playing in the wind.

Dancing in the yurt sounds like just the thing! I have asked the children to decorate it with berries and autmunal twigs. I have alsoi unearthed the drums and we can have a drumming session.

How are you Paps?

Feel abit brighter today, the led up to aunty flo is quite a emotional experience for me the last 2 months. Getting chiropractic treatment atm which shortly will include my metabolic nutritional requirements. Life is bitter and sweet.

Going for a slumber in the thistledown bong tree after much singing and dancing.

Dont understand the aunt flo reference but glad you feel brighter.

I am also feeling a lot better, healthier and stronger so the power of the yurt and our psychic link to its healing are working for me.

I am feeling refreshed and strong today so am going for a run in rl and here as well with the wolf pack through the forest and out onto the prairie and beyond down to the sea to talk to the dolphins.

Then tonight I am making a big stew and feasting wiht a wild berry compote for pudding and cream from the jersey herd.

Jumped in the lake from the Bong tree then dressed for the stew dinner in the yurt which looks strong and vibrant. AFlo is monthly cycle which we submit for the sake of our children, life.

Going to play Croquet with the eleven queen in the afternoon.

Actually dont look forward to chaning the flo in my life and as it gets nearer am dreading it more. Life ebbs and flows with the cycle of the moon and my monthly moods and has for most of my life now the thought of change is worrying.

Like the stew I am glad. The berries were good too. In rl made myself a cranberry, mango and orange juice this morning with manuka honey and am drinking mnore now.

I have come to the land of crystals to see the polar bear. He appears, transparent, his angles soft and angular, not ice cold to the touch. As I sit upon a pale green crystal smooth and still, the Bear moves closer towards me. His eyes are blue sky crystals, their incandescence draw me in, into the depths of his mass, a swirling body of hidden pools dimensions, a geletin slide of invitation.

As he embraces me my fingers, arms and body move into his glutinous body, till I am no longer sitting upon the pale green crystal, but moving away with the bear into the skyline.

Solstice blessing and Christmas cheer to All here, especially Glitterfairy X

Papillon, good cheer and festive greetings.

I have decorated the yurt with boughs and holly and the children have made multi coloured flowers. the magic of the place allows spring flowers to bloom and the yurt is filled with rich smells of cooking and candles.

The little paps and glitters are bungy jumping in the valley today and afterwards we are all going on a sleigh ride to release their pent up energy. The sleighs are weighted down with furs and driven by cossacks. The ponies pulling the sleighs are black with red harness and their breath is smokey in the air. We have burnishing firebrands outside the yurt in many colours and a warm stew on the fire.

Happy New year to everyone here and especially to paps.

Let's make 2008 a year of new beginnings and fresh ideas, creativity and achievements.

Today the yurt is re decorated and we are collecting wood for a bonfire. The party starts at 11pm and will continue all night long with fairy dancers and music from around the world as yurts everywhere unite to celebrate the end of the old year and the start of the new.

Happy New Year

There has been a hallowed time for my family over the new year with a funeral and 96 year old grandfather in hospital. It is a time of gatherings, new ways in old ways, reflection in motion.

My place in the yurt has been cleansed and simplified, the home has been restored.

Blessings

Best wishes for your grandfather paps. I am cleansing slowly and back to work today.

In the lands the buds are swelling on the trees and pushing through the earth and there is a sense of new growth and renewal.

Grandad has pulled through, a hernia at 96, an old cow cocky never dies so they say.... he would be happy to pass on, he waits.

It is soooo hot here, am slipping in the cooling waters in a shaded glen in the forest where a lake inlet reaches. The sounds of the forest lull me into relaxation as I float on the water.

Oh Paps am going to join you it sounds wonderful and I am truly glad it is hot. So different from rl and a welcome break.

I am having an evening of nails, massage and healing tonight after floating with you today. I will drink fresh pomegranate juice and eat fresh veg from the market with a garlic aioli.

Had a beautiful rl dinner with a friend... kofta balls made with red lentils and bulghar, green beans, fresh sweet corn, baked courgette... Yummy!

I bring platters to Bong land and leave them on the deck for those who wish to graze and gossip.

I am off for a massage too, just what I need.

i would so love to swim in he clear pools but am not in the righ frame of mind to get there
hope all is well for you. fm xxx

Hello!

I was trying to meditate just now (not terribly successful/will do better next time) and found myself in Bong Land! Briefly.. but enough to make me want to start coming back again.. And suddenly here it is back in Active Convos! Coincidence??! Of course not!

Have any of you ladies heard about The Secret? (See my other thread!) I want to make it work for me..

Sending you love, soft breezes and unicorns.. I'll be back to Bong Land asap

[pops head back in and sneaks a couple of nibble off the platters on the deck.. yummy.. thanks Paps ]

Hey everyone... lovely to see you both

Shiny have heard of The Secrets about a year ago and watched some of the dvd. I am very interested in positive thought, but also very into these days recognising feelings and the heart. The head is so domininant in society and the heart and intuition an underused muscle!!

Have brought Plums the size of your fist to the deck... some are quite ripe and for those that feel like throwing something like I do today have set up a target and sling... the plum goes in the slingshop and splat hits the target.. it is a magic target so like the mirror of illusion so what you want to throw something at, is what you see in the target!!

Lovely... sometimes a massage is not the effective channel for getting out the tension

fransmom if not the pools perhaps the bracing air of our mountains.

Shiny hello and glad to have you back.

Paps thanks for the food I have had great fun with the plums and imagined they were my problems disappearing splat into soggy mounds of nothingness.

I am up early today and see the dawn in the lands as clear and bright with pools of light peeping over the mountains and over the lake. The air is full of happy bird song and the singing reminds me that we are alive and free.

Time has passed
but here I am
standing in Bongland

The flowers bloom scent
the cicada crescendo
as sun rays set

so joyous it is
to wander in such bliss
awakening with each breath

a home that is never left

THOU with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn'd
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.

O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

ahhh [wistful] apparently there are 5 pages on this thread now but cnanot find page5!