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Living & Thriving As A Whole ~ Connected

Published January 1, 2018 by tindertender

Walking into the forest through a magical entry to the kingdom where winds blow strong enough to flip the heaviest objects, and water runs so clear, cold, and swift it can wash away many others.

I come upon the bent tree, imaging the one who formed it this way, guiding me along the path. I turn right, and upon passing I turn, and take another picture. It seems to be a mystical dragon in disguise, a guardian of the way.

waterfall_1 The craftsmanship of the bridge was truly a work of art. Firm and sturdy boards laid over beams, created to hold the weight of even the heftiest crosser! Gratitude for opportunity to pass.

I walked along the path, rarely seeing other people. It was a rare experience in this time of life, for there are so many cruising along in the world.

I remember the invisible tension which is always carried. It becomes part of life, only noticed once in the wilderness for several days in a row without disturbance. Day one is quite uncomfortable … there seems to be the need to be doing something every moment. Day two is a little more relaxed, yet the attention is always at a heightened state, as though waiting for someone to burst forth into the open, or to sense someone lurking in the bushes. Day three is when all of this finally leaves the body and a true relaxation is made available to the mind.

The chill of the air so fresh, the smell of the moist soil preparing for life in spring, the aroma of the water giving way to the knowing that fish live there, in the pool just above the log jam.

A magical place indeed. A place that feeds off the tension of a body and mind, that recycles the air exhaled, making it clean and ready for reuse. This is the land which heals, this is the givers of sanity in an insane world. This is the land needing our protection, so it can continue to help us thrive.

Ascent Into The Heavenly Body

Published December 30, 2017 by tindertender

As I ascend the steep hill, sweeping bag and forth among the switch-back trail, I see the foggy mist condense and a chill seeps through my jacket. The beauty of it stuns my aching lungs, nearly taking my breath away. Water streams down the side of this tall hill, I haven’t been able to find its source. It comes pouring over the edge of rocky ledges and crashes down just the other side of the trail. Nearly an hour of this climb goes by and I finally reach the top. Looking out over the edge I cannot see anything, but for this magical mist which envelopes the tops of trees as they reach for the sun.

The sun is obscured from view for it lies behind this fog. I know it is there, I have flown before, so I visualize it above the clouds shining so beautifully, working diligently to evaporate the haze which covers the land. Aaahhhh, I breathe deeply of this fresh and cold air, turning, I begin to descend.

Rain begins, I feel its droplets hit the top of my hat, my eyeglasses become foggy. I take them off, for they are actually only for distance, I do not need to wear them to see this beauty. The journey down the hill takes less time than the ascension, much like life perhaps. To gain knowledge of any kind requires a focused effort, tireless pushing forth into the unknown. To relax back into the known is an easy hush as one might rest into it.

Below once more I see the water as it streams. It has crossed under the pavement, called highway, which people drive upon to get past. So many go right by, never knowing what is up there. I squat near the stream and feel it with my hand. It is cold, so fresh and clean to see, I wish I could drink it, I wish I dare … next time I go I will have a bottle with filter so that I can.

Years ago, in the 70’s and 80’s, it was possible to drink these fresh waters. I did so for 8 years, never once becoming ill. Today though, there are so many toxins which seep into the soils one doesn’t dare. Oh … for those days to be once more. I hope one day the young people will have this experience, for it births in a person something no other experience can. It is a union with nature like no other, drinking of the earths nectar, having it course through the body.

This is what “Tree Huggers” and “Water Protectors” fight for. For they (we) know the bounty here, which has nothing to do with money. It is a sacred union with all that life is. A harmonizing of the mind happens here, a release of the garbled, dense darkness which attaches itself to the energy body. It heals the soul, the spirit.

The Dying Of The Trees

Published November 30, 2017 by tindertender

Not only are forests dying rapidly but our food supplies are being affected as well.

Due to the Aerosol spray mixture, soil is contaminated and weakening the forests everywhere. Man made drought in a rainy season. Soil Ph has changed 10 to 12 time toward alkaline, micro organisms killed due to bio available metal contamination.

Dying oak trees is not a new phenomenon. Trees die due to a wide variety of abiotic (non-biological) and biotic (biological) causes. Often death is a result of an interaction of many factors. Abiotic causes can be anthropogenic (human-caused) or natural.

In California’s drought-stricken forests, trees are dying at an “unprecedented” rate, according to officials. The U.S. Forest Service said last month that 102 million trees have died across the state since 2010, including 62 million dead trees in 2016 alone.

The world is home to over three trillion trees—with almost half of them living in tropical or subtropical forests. There are roughly 400 trees for every human. 12,000 years ago, before the advent of agriculture, Earth had twice as many trees as it does now.

Tree density in primary forests varies from 50,000-100,000 trees per square km, so the math would put this number at 3.5 billion to 7 billion trees cut down each year.

http://centersandsquares.com/2014/09/18/whats-killing-the-trees/
https://news.nationalgeographic.com/2015/04/150402-forest-die-off-climate-harvard-hemlocks-global-warming/
http://content.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1873352,00.html

 

Who Gives A Crap?

Published November 20, 2017 by tindertender

https://au.whogivesacrap.org/

who gives a crap

“How well do you know her?”, she asks. They are in deep conversation … “She talks about controversial topics, should people listen and care enough, they will make change. They will ask her about waste and she will tell them.” As I listen to this conversation I write it down to ponder the following morning, which is right now.

While here on this planet, it is sacred duty to care for the world. This world grows trees and plants which supply our very next breath. The waters run from deep within the earth and hydrate a body with necessary minerals, and soil also grows nourishing, organic foods which maintain body and mind health.

We see, when we pay attention, what has become of the water supply, the earth bleeds goo as corporations who want to be ‘filthy’ rich suck the life blood from deep with in the planet, this is permitted by others who feel the same as they. The forests which clean the air are hacked down and not replenished, the air overhead is sprayed with chemicals we can only guess of. There are some who have stepped forward to warn us, but they are discredited by the wealthy who own the media, who play the game of destruction.

Who Gives A Crap products are a step in the right direction should we desire to assist in the slowing down of this ruination. My hope is that you, too, care enough to evaluate your life and make changes where you can. These changes need not be dramatic, they can be as small as recycling, buying used and refurbished items, turning off the lights when not in use, growing your own food, distilling your own water and using stainless steal drinking containers rather than purchasing plastic bottles of stolen waters. Small changes such as observing your speech throughout the day and then deciding if these are the seeds you truly wish to plant in this world for future generations.

What examples will you embody and then give to the world?

Tree Sister, Inside You

Published October 28, 2017 by tindertender

Inside you,
In the places where whispers carry
Memories
Where you hold your breath
Turn away
And believe yourself less,
There is a truth.
A truth as gentle as a melody,
As limitless as the sky,
As honest as a mountain lake,
No push, no need to try,
A truth that shimmers with the light of you,
The bright of you
The irrepressible delight of you,
The take my breath away flight of you,
The I will not go silently into the night of you,
The ‘Oh my God’, just feel the might of you,
The break me wide open sight of you,
When at last you have embraced all of you,
Accepted the day and night of you,
The luminescent, spontaneous grace of you,
I want you to know I’m in awe of you
All of you,
every microcosmic,
wild orgasmic inch of you
Every wild unfettered gesture of alive of you
Thank you
Thank you
For you.
~ Clare Dubois, founder of TreeSisters.org

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