Thursday, May 28, 2009

There are Moose on the Vermont property I wish to own

There are moose tracks down by the brook that edges the Vermont property I wish to own! Ancient grace in the strong...

Under the apple boughs...

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace,
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

FERN HILL by Dylan Thomas

The Best of Montpelier VT

When visiting Montpelier Vermont visit the Artisans Hand for superb craft products and a business in which the Board recently took pay cuts to maintain the wages of staff. What a concept! If all of business in the US had taken this position there would be no problem that the country couldn't face and overcome.

And visit the Langdon Street Cafe for coffee, local beer, wine and baked goods as well as the greatest music for the young and young at heart.

Bread and Puppet

An unbelievably wonderful theatrical experience is to be found in Glover Vermont at performances of Bread and Puppet.
See them, enjoy them and share them freely.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Vermont Life
This past week, I have enjoyed work to complete a book on yurts, gardening and looking for primative campsites in Vermont. High on ridges, short drives from Monpelier, water runs clear and cold from melt of winter snows. First days of high summer came last week, lilacs blooming and garden sprouting inspite of nights of frost. My seed reminded me that Life is not potential, forever safe encased in hard seed covers, but risk, chancing a bad outcome in reaching for growth and light.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Become Energy Independent! Ride a Bike

I rode to work today with a bike provided at a minimal cost by FreeRide Montpelier. I am burning calories rather than fossil fuel ! What a concept! And it felt wonderful!!

FreeRide is a bike cooperative and their blog will link you to bike cooperatives across the world. As gas prices return to the highs of $4.00 per gallon it seems a good idea to make your next vehicle a bike. Visit them, learn and share them freely. It may be time for you to start a bike cooperative in your home town. Remember to say to yourself: "If it is going to be, it's up to me."

Friday, May 15, 2009

Healing Prana

The simplest and most direct form of yoga that I have experienced is Sivananda Yoga. The simple asanas bookended in ancient prayers move yoga experience to whole new levels. Find them at Enjoy them and share them freely.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Om Mani Padme Hum/Peace...Peace...Peace

At times only prayer makes sense:

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Saint Francis' Prayer