Well yes, they kind of can and do… at an unexpected ceremony that one of my teachers led to welcome me to a certain stage of my spiritual journey, I was given metaphorical gifts including clothing for my ongoing journey. The earth and wood spirits were particularly funny. The characters that appeared first were woodland gnomes who gave me old hiking boots with odd lacing and then when I wasn’t looking they tied the laces together whilst trying (and failing) to do so quietly. Then they gave me a paper crown from a giant Christmas cracker that they pulled noisily, a heavy hooded cloak and a big stick! It was very funny as I had to describe out loud what was happening. No drugs or alcohol were involved but I laughed so much that I expect some of the onlookers thought otherwise.
🌿☯️🥰 I used to do my tai chi and qigong promo videos from the woods, generally impromptu with phone perched on a tree. I ‘m not sure why I stopped, because I walk and hammock in woodland pretty much every morning if the year. Certainly done in all weathers, which gives a wonderful joy to hammocking in almost every type of weather if you pick the right kinds of trees for each . I’m blessed to live on the edge of the New Forest in the UK with ancient woodlands all around me.
I will start blogging one day, meanwhile I enjoy your inspiration 🌿🤗
Lovely to sit and converse ( after a fashion) with you and the wren and the Devon woods. Oddly, as I looked and listened, I also knit on a sweater for a wee girl-child named Wren who will, I hope, grow up learning of all the wild things.
And oh the bliss and the scent of new nettle cordage!
Very envious of Wren’s future knitwear. And yes, the smell of new nettle cordage is a delight, bettered only by linden, perhaps. This week sees first nettle harvest time with my partner, so I am pretty excited to head into the Yorkshire hedgerows. Greetings from midsummer Dorset.
Beautiful to be on a stroll through the trees and see you brimming with all of its wonder
Thank you! I loved this ❤️
Hey Jon wish you were here. Remember Joe's woods?
I am fortunate to have a woody common almost on our doorstep. I often go there to practice tai chi.
Ideal!
Lovely pontification! ❤️
I did love the woods, and seeing you in them brought back some great memories! You also managed to embody the look, wisdom and energy of a wood nymph!
Yet sadly not the dress sense, it seems. Unless nymphs are nowadays in 1990s issue NATO combat trousers and hiking boots…
Well yes, they kind of can and do… at an unexpected ceremony that one of my teachers led to welcome me to a certain stage of my spiritual journey, I was given metaphorical gifts including clothing for my ongoing journey. The earth and wood spirits were particularly funny. The characters that appeared first were woodland gnomes who gave me old hiking boots with odd lacing and then when I wasn’t looking they tied the laces together whilst trying (and failing) to do so quietly. Then they gave me a paper crown from a giant Christmas cracker that they pulled noisily, a heavy hooded cloak and a big stick! It was very funny as I had to describe out loud what was happening. No drugs or alcohol were involved but I laughed so much that I expect some of the onlookers thought otherwise.
🌿☯️🥰 I used to do my tai chi and qigong promo videos from the woods, generally impromptu with phone perched on a tree. I ‘m not sure why I stopped, because I walk and hammock in woodland pretty much every morning if the year. Certainly done in all weathers, which gives a wonderful joy to hammocking in almost every type of weather if you pick the right kinds of trees for each . I’m blessed to live on the edge of the New Forest in the UK with ancient woodlands all around me.
I will start blogging one day, meanwhile I enjoy your inspiration 🌿🤗
I love the New Forest so much. But I have never got on with hammocks, for some reason…
Lovely to sit and converse ( after a fashion) with you and the wren and the Devon woods. Oddly, as I looked and listened, I also knit on a sweater for a wee girl-child named Wren who will, I hope, grow up learning of all the wild things.
And oh the bliss and the scent of new nettle cordage!
Very envious of Wren’s future knitwear. And yes, the smell of new nettle cordage is a delight, bettered only by linden, perhaps. This week sees first nettle harvest time with my partner, so I am pretty excited to head into the Yorkshire hedgerows. Greetings from midsummer Dorset.