*~*~*~*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.

Hello to both of you and lovely to have visitors

Today I need to go in a flotation moss bath and follow the path of least resistance. I am going to eat only berries and nuts from the forest and tonight will dance in the fairy glade with the fairy dancers.

...walking amongst sparkling kisses floating in the air, dusting my face in gentle companionship... like a face peeking around in wreaths of smiles from a totem pole.

I walk to soak in moss which relieves pinched nerves, then a long massage to untie muscles bunched in tingling spots.

more sleep in thistledown tree to follow

I am also off to the thistledown paps tired beyond description in rl and needing refreshment here before my dance tonight with the fairy folk.

I shall awaken to moonbeams on my face and the song of my friendly nightingale.

Today the children have set up a Juice Bar, to energise and revitalise the weary in physical but strong in Spirit Wyrrd Women. The nectar will slide down our throats bringing solar eclipses to our inner being!

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solar eclipse footage

How strange have just bought a new juice book!!

What is your favourite juice? I love carrot, orange and ginger and I like smoothies as well.

Off out now to light a bonfire for a huge BBQ and celebration of life in the yurt tonight. The children are decorating the glades with the fairies and the deck is strung with coloured lamps lit by the fireflies.

mmm lovely, have been wanting to put ginger in the juicer, now I am brave enough! Although will use apples, not oranges as am abit allergic to them.

Today I walked amongst the apples, the last of the tree ripened fruits still hang onto the branches. The fuji taste good and have been given and shared with neighbours and friends. The children love making juices and pouring them into the fairy cups.

I have been in the garden and bring corn, sweet potoatoes, salads for the barbecue. The field mice have gathered mushrooms and though shy, have bravely left them at the side of the Yurt.

I have left a little goats cheese for the mice to enjoy and am munching on your corn which is sweet and tastes of the sun!

The BBQ is wonderful and I am enjoying the relaxation.

I heard the field mice whisper that they "throughly enjoyed the goats cheese, but that it gave them alittle wind..." I whispered back that "it was because they were not used to such delicacies, being accustomed to whatever came to paw when they found it"

Upon that note they decided to not be so shy in future, because thinking of others begot them marvellous tasting cheese (despite the farts)

I love to lie back and watch the flames of the fire at the bbq ...the wood returning to the source, leaving the light and flowing into the night sky. Its smoke curls and spins yarns that the fireflies gather in story catcher nets, to unravel later in storytime sessions for the children.

Later in the evening a wandering dryad came and told us a long and very complicated story of love and loss, wonder and bewilderment, pain, sorrow and renewal. As at every other gathering she was given food and shelter and went her way this morning as the embers glowed.

I am off on a mission today to ride to the farthest corners of bong and pick a red flower which holds a drop of morning dew which drunk off in a second will refresh and reinvigorate me ready for the week ahead.

Big bales stand under the Bong Trees, the farmers of the fields say we can have them, as they are old and abit damaged. I am going to get the Strong Trees, to lift them with their brances and carry them over to the garden. There I will add some avocados, compost and worms and let them sit four seasons. Then they will be rich composted soil ready to dig into the garden.

Later in the day I will turn barrels of cow pat water solution

Turn the water
create a vortex
then break the flow
create chaos
Enlivening the water,
bringing Energy and Life
to the mix

The food from the garden will taste beautiful and bring peace to the hearts of all that eat here in the Land of Bong

The cow manure, the water turning, creating a vortex and chaos is not unlike the dryad who came to tell stories of beginnings, changes, endings and renewal.. the enlivening and awakening of the Spirit by creating chaos in purposeful Intent.

Ahhhh! I like the sound of those bales.

I am growing my favourite flowers to decorate the yurt. I have roses - great maidens blush, fantin latour, cardinal de richelieu, mme hardy, nuits de young, old pink moss, buff beauty, fruhlingsgold.

Then I have thrown rambling rector over the apple tress in the orchard and Pauls lemon pillar climbs the front of the yurt alongside blush noisette.

I am also growing pinks, ladies mantle, lavender, dicentra or bleeding hearts, scented geraniums, grasses, and many many more.

Perhaps there will be some spare compost for my roses??

I am also growing herbs although the naughty mint gets wild and willful at this time of year.

No need to quantify the compost bales here

For here, with all represented here , the bales quantify ALL

I love the naughty herbs and rambling rector! The flowers amongst the greenery My favourite rose of childhood is Blue Moon.

Today °I got to plant trees with the children out in the farmlands of the people, a place that has lost much of its memory of the trees. They will bring wisdom, knowledge, healing and unspoken vibrations back to the land.

Rambling rector is a wonderful rose and hangs out of the tree on moonlit nights in a shower of white. Roses add to trees in this way prolonging their glory and mingling with the leaves to sway alongside and spread gossip and secrets around the lands in the wind.

Herbs all have different personalities I find as do all plants, some wild and wayward or bullying trying to take over the whole patch of earth, others pretty, compact and sensitive to the slightest change in soil or conditions.

I am making a herb salad today and some fresh mint flavoured drinks.

Those herbs sound somewhat like humans

Today I planted oioi, a jointed rush which will wave hello in the wind as I look over the ocean. Now I relax in a hammock, a flower in my hair, under a large Bong Tree, supping on a fresh mint drink with a long straw and watch the oioi chatting and gossiping

oioi

Paps the link didnt work today!

I love grasses though and after yesterday am finding the sound soothing and peaceful here. The Bong trees are rustling in response and rambling rector is spreading its perfume in the air.

I am having an iced sherbet with melted snow from the mountains and sitting in my tree top house amongst the leaves looking over the lands to the sea and the mountains beyond the forest with a glimpse in the forest of the glittering lake.

this page for the oi oi

Today I rest, I do not move, rest is what I need. Anything I desire is bought to me, anything that takes energy from my body, mind and spirit is kept at Bay for the time.

Today I rest, well rest my body, clear my mind and body in preparation of a Constellation Workshop of Family Systems, in the land of Bong over the weekend.

..Often we seem to have accurate insights into the causes of the problems that exist in our lives and with our families, while still remaining completely stuck. In a constellation we receive new insights and healing images in a non-verbal way. We absorb them directly through the senses. We see new images of our family. We even feel how these new dynamics feel in our bodies. This goes much deeper than ideas put into words. These experiences can affect our relationship with our family in a way that seems effortless. It has a profound impact that can give our lives new direction. Thoughts are quick. This kind of nourishing process moves slowly but surely through ourselves and our family system.

Love the grasses paps. I am fond of cloud grass and have added some to the garden and Stipa gigantea (Spanish oat grass) I used to have it in my own garden but plant it here as a pledge that one day I will own a garden again.

I am making a herb salad from the garden today and dining on the deck with a huge mint julep to drink!

I have cut a bundle of different grasses and bring them to the deck. There weavers have gathered to teach us to make bags, wall hangings; and skirts for the children. The cloud grass makes excellent poi balls, and the oi oi is good for plaiting the handles.

Tonight we can celebrate and perform for the weavers, the children dancing in their woven skirts and those children old enough will join the adults in poi dancing.

Thank you Paps I enjoyed the celebration.

I am off for a few weeks now in rl to portugal for a well earned rest and will dream of the lands and my friends there. I will create visions of our dancing and journeys and stories to refresh the lands when I return.

Enjoy, have a marvellous time resting in pleasure and sustainance

So,
anyone else want to play while glitterfairy is away...

come on dont be shy or busy, all you need is imagination, can connect a thought in rl to a story in this place or random jargon as it comes to mind and spirit

roll up, roll up

come to think of it, gives me an opportunity to roll up in the Bong Tree and slumber.

knock gently if you wanna come play and I might roll over, yawn, stretch and join in on a celebration or two at the Yurt, Hot Pools, Library etc...

hi paps

i haven't been here for so long......

wandering around brushing hand over long tall grass wearing hat onhead to shade from the summer sun

Hello paps and fransmom.

I am back from my rest and enjoying re connecting with the lands. Tonight I camp under the stars and watch the fireflies dance in the glades illuminating the fairy dells.

A small fire crackles to keep me warm and the darkness of the sky contrasts with the stars, flames and fireflies.

After a long sleep and rest, I began to walk about the land, a long staff in my hand. I wanted to go and be with nature, feel and see the energy vibrating and radiating off the trees. Each night I found refuge with the animals who let me sleep with them.

I have arrived back to the Yurt today and will go swim and wash in the lake before joining my friends to watch the fireflies and talk by the fire

glad you enjoyed stroking the oioi Fransmum

Hello Paps my friend.

I am possibly gong to stay in a yurt next year at Glastonbury with the kids in rl but will remain loving this one in any case.

I am decorating it for Autumn now with berries and coloured leaves. I am watching to see when all our fruit in the orchards is fully ripe and then we can go fruit picking for apples, plums, pears, damsons and cherries. Then in december it will be the turn of the oranges and tangerines.

I have just made some blackberry crumble so have a bowl full if you like.