as I work on the first chapter about and into the 'Inner Wilderness' I am thrilled to see, feel, and hear the whisper of resonance with the Lord of the Greenwood 💚 🙏 🌲 🍃 🪶 🦉
I love, love, love how synchronicity works! Thank you so much Veronika for letting me know 'Lord of the Greenwood' speaks deeply with you too. Good luck with your first chapter. 💚 🙏 🌳 🍃 🪶 🦉
Hi Deborah, well I see the smile at my grandfather peering back at me, etching a smile on my face even before I read. Into the wild you two go ... to feel into the sentient beings of nature's gifts. Look forward to you telling us the stories of their whispers — of wisdom. He summons in us in the poem to connect with her, our mother. Have a blissful time. 🙏 💚
Thank you so much Simone for this beautiful reflection. Oh, I love that your grandfather greeted you even before the words did! What a sacred, tender connection across time and memory. Yes, into the wild we go very soon! To listen, feel and gather those glimpses and whispers of wisdom. I’ll carry your kind wishes with me. Sending love and gratitude. 🙏 💚
Many thanks Jamie. Oh, I love that your reply arrived in the form of a beautiful, soulful poem. Inspired by you, dear poet, I will go in search of becoming the poem - just as once before on a deserted beach, I remember becoming the song. I hope it happens again. May it be so. 🙏
Thanks so much for the inspiration and this heart smile - "Greenwitch it well" 🧙💚🧙♀️
Enjoy your feet on earth and face to the sky, wind on your skin, and all the mother love around and within you. These wild reconnections are powerful. Simply being with. No need to do. Will look forward to your return
Thank you so much, Susan, for this beautiful reminder to simply 'Be' - to feel the earth beneath me, the sky above, and nature’s wild embrace all around and within. These sacred ways of reconnecting are so powerful. As I unplug next week, I’ll carry your words and wisdom with me and look forward to returning, hopefully with a new story or three to share.
That counting song brings back such great memories from primary school, especially our wonderfully enthusiastic music teacher Mrs Miller! Thanks so much, Philip.
Good for Mrs Miller! There is a lot more in the song than I realised those years ago. The English had lost most of the oral traditional songs by the time I was on the scene, but this one survived; we could even remember the words when we were students.
PS The Opies (authors of a study) chronicled the games and rhymes passed on from children to children. I remember knowing a few, but it was the girls who kept most playground games going. I think there is a lot from our interesting past embedded in the oral traditions.
Absolutely! So many of those traditional games and songs from my playground memories were quietly carried forward, passed down by the hands and voices of girls often overlooked in history. These hidden stories hold layers of cultural memory, preserved in ways formal records sometimes miss. It’s fascinating to think about what other pieces of the past might still be waiting to be rediscovered.
Mrs Miller was a tour de force! In hindsight I realise she was one of those women who felt strongly about passing down the songs of yesterday. She also had six toes on each foot and in the summer was a constant source of fascination during school assemblies when instead of paying attention to what was being spoken about, many of the children, including myself, was too busy with another counting song!
Ahhhhh....I don't have proof, but it feels like my blood pressure just lowered 10 points and I know for sure my shoulders dropped into their rightful place. Nature is such a beautiful and lovely companion to every little thing. As I sit in the disappearing light of yet another beautiful day, the blinds are up, the window is open so I can hear the birdsong and listen to the rain, and I am staring out into the trees of the greenbelt behind my house. The trees here all know me personally. We have amazing discussions without speaking a word. Sometimes, I like to go out in the wind and just sway like the trees. Several mornings recently, I've seen a marvelously fattened bunny munching on clover in my yard as I leave for work in the morning and every morning, I say, "Good morning, Bun-Bun!" Good night, Sister!! XO
Lots of nodding happening over here, Danielle – especially with my own shoulders dropping into their rightful place following my own week long unplug. Your quiet companionship with nature is beautiful, and I think so many people are starting to feel that same pull. Even when I think back five years to lockdown, I see more and more people out on woodland and beach walks now, reconnecting with the sacred land.
I’ve named many of the landmark trees where we live – sometimes after words carved into their trunks, like Delilah, or Guardian (whom I share on the front cover of my second poetry collection, with me standing beside it, big ole walking stick in hand). I’ve just paid a visit to my beloved four ancient beeches this week, and interestingly, another set of trees which appear on the back cover of my first book.
Tree Elders and poetry have always belonged together in my world. Oh, I love that the trees in your greenbelt know you personally! XO
There's something about trunks, entwined branches, roots visible and unseen that taps a part of my heart and brain. And sends a sense of warmth throughout my body. We're off to Cape Town today for a week. I'll be seeing different kinds of trees. This is lovely Deborah. As is Lin's photograph. Love 💙♥️💙
Yes, there’s something so very grounding about trees, isn't there? I love the way they push themselves into the earth, stretching both 'above and below', holding sacred stories in their rings. Wishing you and Neil a delightful week filled with discovery, warmth and the quiet wisdom of new trees. I'm so hoping that your wrist fractures are continuing to heal well.
I'll let Lin know you enjoyed her 'photobomb' effects! No doubt I'll be sat upon His roots and scribbling away tomorrow. Thanks so much for your love-filled words re my poem. 💙♥️💙
This sounds like fun Deborah! Dancing with the Untamed Rhythm of nature. So important to reconnect. Something we all need to think about on a daily basis:
Thanks so much, Jo. I can’t wait to unplug tomorrow, tune into those whispers and rhythms, and hopefully return with a new story or three to share. Though I’ll miss my friends here, I know those deep, rich connections will travel with me in ways I don’t always expect. ❤️
Enjoy your time listening to the wisdom of the forest. And thank you for the poem -- I love your wordsmithery. I hope you have a wonderful retreat into the temple of the woods, and that you return refreshed and inspired. Until then, sending you all good wishes and goodwill. Holding you in my heart.
Aww, thank you so much, Stephanie, for your beautiful words and heartfelt wishes. I will carry them with me as I listen to the whispers of tree and stone, soaking in the wisdom of the wild. Your encouragement and inspiration mean so much to me, and I feel deeply held at this time in your heart. Sending you love and gratitude in return.
And woo hoo! I received my second book review of 'Croneology' today - such a joy to see it resonate with another blessed Sister Crone. Together, we rise! ✨💜✨
I love the Tree God (Lord of the Greenwood) in the photo. I'm busy admiring Bluebirds outside my office window. I haven't looked in the nesting box after a few years of raided nests, but I watch their coming and going out the window and through a telescope. I'm so glad they're here.
It's almost time for the Goddess and Her Green Man (on May18). Sounds like you're going on an adventure. Have a wonderful time.
Dear Elaine, thank you so much for sharing this moment with me. May the Tree God watch over you this weekend, whispering his wild secrets. How wonderful that the Bluebirds have returned. It's such a gift to witness their presence. May this season bring you peace, and may the Goddess and Her Green Man bless you with their dance, wisdom and joy.
I’ll carry your beautiful wishes with me on my journey back to the ancient lands of tree and stone. Sending much love, light and laughter across the oceans and oak tops between us.
as I work on the first chapter about and into the 'Inner Wilderness' I am thrilled to see, feel, and hear the whisper of resonance with the Lord of the Greenwood 💚 🙏 🌲 🍃 🪶 🦉
I love, love, love how synchronicity works! Thank you so much Veronika for letting me know 'Lord of the Greenwood' speaks deeply with you too. Good luck with your first chapter. 💚 🙏 🌳 🍃 🪶 🦉
Hi Deborah, well I see the smile at my grandfather peering back at me, etching a smile on my face even before I read. Into the wild you two go ... to feel into the sentient beings of nature's gifts. Look forward to you telling us the stories of their whispers — of wisdom. He summons in us in the poem to connect with her, our mother. Have a blissful time. 🙏 💚
Thank you so much Simone for this beautiful reflection. Oh, I love that your grandfather greeted you even before the words did! What a sacred, tender connection across time and memory. Yes, into the wild we go very soon! To listen, feel and gather those glimpses and whispers of wisdom. I’ll carry your kind wishes with me. Sending love and gratitude. 🙏 💚
💚 🧙🏻♀️ 🌱 🙏
Sublime words, Deborah. This poem really moved me. Thank you so much for sharing. Have a great time 'in the Wild'.
I love Lin's Green Man photo bomb!
Thank you so much, Ralph, for your generous words! Lin’s photobomb was perfection - she’s such a clever cat. Into the wild we go! 💚
Haha...thanks Ralph, it was just a bit of fun. Those roots by the way are one of the Avebury beech trees I rave about!🌳
Presence is raw
A dance of green
Blossoming
King and Queen
Echoes of becoming
Widening Circles
Sacred Convergence
The now of here
Into the wild
Have a wonderful trip Deborah!
Greenwitch it well.
💚
Many thanks Jamie. Oh, I love that your reply arrived in the form of a beautiful, soulful poem. Inspired by you, dear poet, I will go in search of becoming the poem - just as once before on a deserted beach, I remember becoming the song. I hope it happens again. May it be so. 🙏
Thanks so much for the inspiration and this heart smile - "Greenwitch it well" 🧙💚🧙♀️
Enjoy your feet on earth and face to the sky, wind on your skin, and all the mother love around and within you. These wild reconnections are powerful. Simply being with. No need to do. Will look forward to your return
Thank you so much, Susan, for this beautiful reminder to simply 'Be' - to feel the earth beneath me, the sky above, and nature’s wild embrace all around and within. These sacred ways of reconnecting are so powerful. As I unplug next week, I’ll carry your words and wisdom with me and look forward to returning, hopefully with a new story or three to share.
'Clothed all in green-o'
That counting song brings back such great memories from primary school, especially our wonderfully enthusiastic music teacher Mrs Miller! Thanks so much, Philip.
Good for Mrs Miller! There is a lot more in the song than I realised those years ago. The English had lost most of the oral traditional songs by the time I was on the scene, but this one survived; we could even remember the words when we were students.
PS The Opies (authors of a study) chronicled the games and rhymes passed on from children to children. I remember knowing a few, but it was the girls who kept most playground games going. I think there is a lot from our interesting past embedded in the oral traditions.
Absolutely! So many of those traditional games and songs from my playground memories were quietly carried forward, passed down by the hands and voices of girls often overlooked in history. These hidden stories hold layers of cultural memory, preserved in ways formal records sometimes miss. It’s fascinating to think about what other pieces of the past might still be waiting to be rediscovered.
Mrs Miller was a tour de force! In hindsight I realise she was one of those women who felt strongly about passing down the songs of yesterday. She also had six toes on each foot and in the summer was a constant source of fascination during school assemblies when instead of paying attention to what was being spoken about, many of the children, including myself, was too busy with another counting song!
Love this Deborah. 💜
Thanks so much, Lana. Always lovely to see you here. 💜
Ahhhhh....I don't have proof, but it feels like my blood pressure just lowered 10 points and I know for sure my shoulders dropped into their rightful place. Nature is such a beautiful and lovely companion to every little thing. As I sit in the disappearing light of yet another beautiful day, the blinds are up, the window is open so I can hear the birdsong and listen to the rain, and I am staring out into the trees of the greenbelt behind my house. The trees here all know me personally. We have amazing discussions without speaking a word. Sometimes, I like to go out in the wind and just sway like the trees. Several mornings recently, I've seen a marvelously fattened bunny munching on clover in my yard as I leave for work in the morning and every morning, I say, "Good morning, Bun-Bun!" Good night, Sister!! XO
Lots of nodding happening over here, Danielle – especially with my own shoulders dropping into their rightful place following my own week long unplug. Your quiet companionship with nature is beautiful, and I think so many people are starting to feel that same pull. Even when I think back five years to lockdown, I see more and more people out on woodland and beach walks now, reconnecting with the sacred land.
I’ve named many of the landmark trees where we live – sometimes after words carved into their trunks, like Delilah, or Guardian (whom I share on the front cover of my second poetry collection, with me standing beside it, big ole walking stick in hand). I’ve just paid a visit to my beloved four ancient beeches this week, and interestingly, another set of trees which appear on the back cover of my first book.
Tree Elders and poetry have always belonged together in my world. Oh, I love that the trees in your greenbelt know you personally! XO
There's something about trunks, entwined branches, roots visible and unseen that taps a part of my heart and brain. And sends a sense of warmth throughout my body. We're off to Cape Town today for a week. I'll be seeing different kinds of trees. This is lovely Deborah. As is Lin's photograph. Love 💙♥️💙
Yes, there’s something so very grounding about trees, isn't there? I love the way they push themselves into the earth, stretching both 'above and below', holding sacred stories in their rings. Wishing you and Neil a delightful week filled with discovery, warmth and the quiet wisdom of new trees. I'm so hoping that your wrist fractures are continuing to heal well.
I'll let Lin know you enjoyed her 'photobomb' effects! No doubt I'll be sat upon His roots and scribbling away tomorrow. Thanks so much for your love-filled words re my poem. 💙♥️💙
This sounds like fun Deborah! Dancing with the Untamed Rhythm of nature. So important to reconnect. Something we all need to think about on a daily basis:
..."the whisper of the wild,
it is where you and I belong." Beautiful! ❤️
Thanks so much, Jo. I can’t wait to unplug tomorrow, tune into those whispers and rhythms, and hopefully return with a new story or three to share. Though I’ll miss my friends here, I know those deep, rich connections will travel with me in ways I don’t always expect. ❤️
Enjoy your time listening to the wisdom of the forest. And thank you for the poem -- I love your wordsmithery. I hope you have a wonderful retreat into the temple of the woods, and that you return refreshed and inspired. Until then, sending you all good wishes and goodwill. Holding you in my heart.
Aww, thank you so much, Stephanie, for your beautiful words and heartfelt wishes. I will carry them with me as I listen to the whispers of tree and stone, soaking in the wisdom of the wild. Your encouragement and inspiration mean so much to me, and I feel deeply held at this time in your heart. Sending you love and gratitude in return.
And woo hoo! I received my second book review of 'Croneology' today - such a joy to see it resonate with another blessed Sister Crone. Together, we rise! ✨💜✨
"hear the whisper of the wild,
it is where you and I belong."
I love the Tree God (Lord of the Greenwood) in the photo. I'm busy admiring Bluebirds outside my office window. I haven't looked in the nesting box after a few years of raided nests, but I watch their coming and going out the window and through a telescope. I'm so glad they're here.
It's almost time for the Goddess and Her Green Man (on May18). Sounds like you're going on an adventure. Have a wonderful time.
Dear Elaine, thank you so much for sharing this moment with me. May the Tree God watch over you this weekend, whispering his wild secrets. How wonderful that the Bluebirds have returned. It's such a gift to witness their presence. May this season bring you peace, and may the Goddess and Her Green Man bless you with their dance, wisdom and joy.
I’ll carry your beautiful wishes with me on my journey back to the ancient lands of tree and stone. Sending much love, light and laughter across the oceans and oak tops between us.