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BLURB WORDPRESS link

Hopefully this is a link to a project I have just completed using Blurb templates. If it works, this is an ideal platform for me to produce most of the work I have been doing with Tree Spirit Healing over the last twenty years or so. The fact that there will be only a few people interested in this stuff is not my main concern, it is just nice to get a lot of texts and related artworks into some other medium other than idiosyncratic ones and noughts. These books will be the most cost effective way to collate and embody most of my recent artworks. I do have the facility to print high quality archive images that occasionally sell and go to good homes, but this is quite an expensive process, even to make my own copies.

I am currently working on several other volumes of Tree Spirit Healing books, some in this format, some in others, checking out possibilities and variables. So far poetry books haven’t been completely controllable (though there are a few ideas I have had recently to try to stabilise errant spacing and lines, which I must try out before they slip my mind again…

Please take a look if you have time. From a mass publishing/popular bookstall point of view these books are not cheap. But then again, I am used to buying academic specialist volumes for fifty, sixty, seventy pounds sterling….

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Yew textures

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Equation

Belonging and separation
These, the truth of all relating.
Belonging and separation,
These, the fabric of all existences.
Belonging and separation:
The biology of being
The song of the heart
The engine of thoughts
The migration of souls
The tide of peoples
The stick and goad of leaders
The yearning of lovers
The fear of death.

Staying in one place:
The rowan, the birch
Taking up, letting go,
Bending to withstand rain,
Rising in springtime.

A blessing to all
A curse to none.
The house of trees
Ever remaining.

I breathe in
The wood of my own making:
The spliced double oak
Of my lungs
Shattering separation,
Drawing in life to life.
Feeding the forest
Of my blood, a red tide
Whispering the twin rivers
Of extension and return.
My own yew and alder,
Heart life, deep-rooted.

A dream of trees,
This world.
A home of trees.
A house of trees,
An open sanctuary,
A boundary of contentment.

The bright tumbling birches-
I breathe their fluid lightning,
Sucked in to my belly.
Spinning, revolving, sweeping away
Sorrow, liquid atonement,
A clarity of spiral song,
A reverberation of pure note.

I breathe in the star snow of rowan,
A descent of clustered frost,
Rock-borne, persistent.
A waterfall descent of night
Shot through with sparks of song.
A tumbled universe
Bridging beginnings and ends.
A resonance of watching silence.

I breathe the resin air of pine,
A seed of taste on the tongue-tip.
Awakened presence, reminder of place.
I breathe out the distant glimmer
Through the centre of my eyes,
Arrow-straight, target-less,
Horizon’s endless pull.

The tree of memory.
The tree of branching thought.

I breathe the sweep of ash,
The straight, silent spear tip of it,
Key to all houses.

I breathe the shattering quiver
Of aspen the whisperer.
A fountain of echoes,
Shaking each nerve tip
With rippled delight.

I breathe without movement
A perfect balance of oak.
Remaining poised,
Certain stitch, well held.

And I breathe a pool of yew,
Contracting, expanding, bubbled time,
A well of silence,
A well of time.

Half here, half elsewhere,
The dancers know that tune
Of leaf and root, galliard of the seasons.
The slow inhalation of moments,
The gnat-cloud of thought
Dispersed and reformed
In new pools of sunlight.

The house of trees:
Allowing the dark,
Allowing the stillness,
Acquiescing to gravity
And the yearning for light.
Placed, established, settled.
Whilst we,
Free to wander
But rootless and unsatisfied,
Busy to hide the doubt of silence,
The insistence of other questions.
Always running away, scurrying.
Better stories
Awaiting beyond.

It is time (surely) to
Attain a place,
An open view,
learning to remain.

Over the hills of Knoydart
The clouds have settled.
Dawn stills the waters
Between Raasay and the deep wood.
Distilled essence,
Liquid morning.
All roads and paths
To elsewhere
Are empty.

The house of trees:
A beginning and an end
Of remembering.

tall trees

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Tree of Voices

We all have the tools necessary for working with tree spirits.

The mind and the senses, the body and the emotions
have all evolved to be sensitive to the subtle impressions of other life communicating with us.

We simply have to rummage around in the bottom of our tool kit to find those specific tools that we have become unfamiliar with through cultural habits.

The spine, the eye, the fingertips, are all equally part of the mind.

Each message, chemical or electrical, is from one to the other and this flows out to our senses, our sense impressions, the world – where all messages electrical, chemical, sensual, web the whole of creation in one great exchange of information and interaction.

There is no end,
no beginning
to one’s awareness:

only the desire to dwell
on this or that.

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ASH CHARMS

I

Ash bow
Ash spear
Ash beam
Ash eye.

Ash beam shelter me.
Ash bow direct me.
Ash spear guard me.
Ash eye watch over me.

Thirteen moons
There are in one year.
Thirteen times I call on you.
Thirteen watchers watch over me.

II

Ash Lady
Ash Lord
I see on the hillside
A grey horse with black hooves.
In the valley,
A straight spear with iron head.
A strong stream with purple fountains.
A bright hall filled with laughter.
A vessel for moonlight.
A heart that sees,
A well of vision,
A hand of harmony.

Air clothes rock.
Earth clothes root.
Peace clothes anger.
Song clothes silence.
Light clothes all.

III

Ash above,
Shelter me.

Ash below,
Support me.

Ash,
Standing high,
Standing firm.

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Commentary of kennings
The associations and symbolism were not particularly contrived as I wrote down these words. They seemed to flow out naturally from the form and qualities of the Ash.

The physical properties of ash wood, its strength and flexibility, make it ideal for the manufacture of bows, spear shafts and roof beams. The cross-section of ash shows a small pithy centre in the shape of an eye. The ash spear was associated with Odin, shaman warrior god of the North. Odin left one of his eyes with the giant Mimir at the well below the roots of the World Tree in order to gain transcendent knowledge. The World Tree is associated with the ash- so the ash spear is itself a kenning for the World Tree, the Universe.

Ash bears sometimes mainly male flowers, sometimes mainly female flowers, sometimes both on the same tree.

The number of leaflets making up each frond of ash ranges between nine, eleven and thirteen all lunar numbers.

In winter the ash shows its smooth grey bark punctuated with charcoal-black buds that resemble horse’s hooves. This visual association with horses also links to Odin’s horse, the tree he hung from to cognise the runes as well as the hangman’s gibbet.

A straight spear: the young saplings resemble spears, but ash made excellent spear shafts as well.

All trees are vertical fountains of water. Ash flowers, tiny purple red sprays in spring resemble that energy emerging from the inside of the trunk.

All trees are habitats for a multitude of creatures. Ash, though a large tree, has a light, open appearance as the leaves cast only a light shade. Ash is the best wood for roof beams – more flexible and stress-resistant than harder, heavier woods like oak. Unusually ashwood burns hot and bright whether green or seasoned.

The tree spirit energy encourages flexibility and harmony with surroundings. Strength and firm support, the ability to abide lightly.

The images are of the Tree Spirit Key of the Ash. It echoes the leaf shape, the spear head, the strong energy field, the inner and outer……

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An Apple Song for the Ripening Year.

Now that the year falls full
and the fruit weighs heavier each day
on the green branches;

Now that the sun
Fills the air with heat
And rolls all night just below
The distant hills

Now, it is right to sing
Of the Giver of Fire,
The Fulfiller,
The World’s Heart,
Illuminated Joy.

I breathe in with my open eyes
Sucking the distance.

Sweet sunlight
Washing away
Completed time.

I breathe out along the long length
Of my arms and legs,
Flow from fingers and toes.

Sweet sunlight
Washing away
Completed time.

The apple is the quintessential fruit of the West. Indeed the word ‘apple’ is synonymous with ‘fruit’, hence many very different fruits are given its name: oak apple, May apple, pineapple… In the mythologies of the West it is the food of the gods, the ambrosia that enables immortality and delight in the regions of Paradise. It is linked to goddesses and golden light. Its shape mysteriously echoes the orbital path of the planet Venus, and cut horizontally displays the fivefold pentagram of the druids. The spirit energy of apple is a cleanser and purifier, satisfying and sustaining. The apple produces seed that will always have unique characteristics of form, taste and appearance. Apple is the epitome of abundance, the fullness and surprise of life.

The bright golden sun
I carry on the dark road.

The golden-haired one
Has given me
A tree of golden suns.

The bright golden one
Lightens my heart,
Illuminates my path.

The bright golden one
Leads me to rest
In the arms of summer.

The bright golden one
Leads me to feast
On the satisfaction of sunsets.

The bright golden one
Bathes me in bliss.

The bright golden one
Eases my journey
And leads me home.

The spirit of apple will help whenever one to wake up to what is unnecessary or harmful in life. It instigates cleansing processes. It sharpens awareness, counters indecision, fills with brightness and encourages an outward-looking optimism.

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The opening artwork is “Light of Summer Solstice” from “The Light of Sovereignty” set of prints. The endpiece is ” Apple: Spirit of Purification”. Both are available from <a href="www.greenmanshop.co.uk

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