Resolution Number 2 needs rebooting. And my first paragraph implies 1 needs some work too.
So, being more positive, trying again. It's not all that easy, being me, to be positive and the recent events at work have conspired to make it difficult to remain so. However, I am secure in the knowledge that this time I have done pretty much everything I need to (apart from the bits I haven't, natch) so I should be alright. Also, this post is not about all of that. It's about the title: creating a safe place.
|Without the odd white haired man there, this is pretty close|
to the ring of oaks that makes up the centre of my safe place,
it's how I visualise this blog looking if twere physical.
My last post would be from the old quarry.
|This is close to how I imagine the path to the|
oak tree ring looks like in mid-summer.
|This is actually the old bridge I have in mind for the safe|
place. It's more overgrown in my imagination, and not still
|The entrance to the wild woods, a place of majesty and|
mystery where there a wolves, for some reason, but
where I like to walk.
|Deep within the fairy forest, beyond the old dragon's lair,|
there are conifers and mounds of moss like this.
Look carefully enough and you'll meet the fairies, with their
wings and trilling...
|Where the wild wood takes over from the valley. A short walk|
from the bridge where I play pooh sticks. In summer I like to
stop here a while in my yellow dress and simply be.
|It's missing the long sleeves that my|
dress has, but the flowing gown
effect is just right.
|My winter boots. Sort of.|
For rain I have an umbrella, slender and black with mock white lace on the edges and along the spines, it is large and easy to hold. For longer walks, in the denser woods, I have a long raincoat and cape in yellow and purple. Both reach the ground if I wear heels. I also have my waterproof boots, black leather and zip closing, with the block heel, that hug my calves and finish just below the knee. I have a separate cape in green that covers my winter coat. They all have hoods. There is a parasol, delicate and festooned in tasteful lace if I want to feel really girly in summer, and lace gloves that serve no purpose but to make me feel vulnerable and feminine. They feel the best when handling smooth stones by the crooked willow where I play pooh sticks.
|My summer parasol for extra girliness.|
There are apple trees here too, near the ring between the wild wood and the fairy forest. Pear trees too. There are clearings that can be discovered for picnics, where rosebushes provide the colour, the sky stretches above and the choir or bird song can reach its peak. There are wild cows, herds of them can be glimpsed in these clearings and sometimes they stay when I come to eat. If it is summer, and I wear my yellow dress, I bring food and jams in a basket covered with checked cheesecloth, red and white, and I hum. Wild wheat grows here, to be ground into flour and baked into pitta bread. There are olive trees on the far side of the fairy forest, a good day's walk from the ring, that can be pressed into spreads or eaten fresh. If you know where to look you can find carrorts, purple and fat, around the old dragon's lair. It was a quarry, but I prefer to speak of dragons in times of old. Courgettes grow here too, with peppers and chives. I know where to find parsley, coriander and spinach. When I make fires in the ring I dress masculine and cook, saving some for later. If I wish, I can go hunting boar and wild pig for meat, but I don't do that very often, I save it for a release of anger and tension.
En femme I can sit and wait for curious animals to meet me. I can feed hedgehogs from my hand, let birds approach, watch the chickens and sometimes see the wolves and foxes stalking their prey. At night I am more likely to watch for and see the bats catching their moths. Dressed masculine I watch Sister Moon at night and am more likely to see animals at a distance. There are more of them. But I can walk faster. It is three days to and from the olive groves en femme.
It is beautiful. It is here.