just because it's always there (and it has always been there), doesn't mean it's less precious (doesn't mean I should get used to it)
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It's always trees that enchant me, I draw the strength from their roots, Their foliage whispers green tales to me, Each tree a prayer summoning the sky…
🌿 ROSE FOREIGNER, The trees
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Rush // The Trees
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream, “Oppression!”
And the oaks just shake their heads
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Did anyone else notice this line in the Silmaril?
"But they took Vingilot and hallowed it, and bore away through Valinor to the uttermost rim of the world; and there is passed through the Door of Night and was lifted up even into the oceans of heaven."
Sound familiar at all?
"and Varda hallowed the Silmarils, so that therefore no mortal flesh, not hands unclean, not anything of evil will might touch them but it was scorched and withered."
While the Silmarils were cool by themselves, maybe it was Varda who gave them their frankly insane powers (hurting Morgoth, allowing Carcharoth to bypas Melian's Girdle, reaching Valinor, etc)?
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Watch "Rush-The Trees (Lyrics)" on YouTube
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Let me introduce you to my friends…
I dunno I felt poetic
Let me introduce you to my friends…
There’s the wind, who whispers secrets to me as I pass him uphill. He loves to chat, he sings to me and I duet. He can be cold, and pushy, and want to direct you in any way he chooses, but he loves to dance and always knows how to cheer me up.
I have other friends, the rain and water. Calm and sweet, gentle as a lullaby. They love to dream. I love to dance with the rain, jump and laugh and run into their arms. The water offers me a looking glass, and we play together in shallow pools. Sometimes they can get fierce and aggressive. The water played too rough with me once, and the rain brought the lightning to a fight. But afterwards they always apologize.
Then there’s the trees, my favourite friends. They often give me gifts, such as twigs and branches and leaves and blossoms. They are such good listeners, and they keep me safe and comforted in their embrace. I love my trees, because they are the audience for my stories. They never judge, never interrupt, and never grow too old. My trees used to carry me high into the sky, and we’d sit and gab for hours. Now I cannot fit into their branches, so we stroll together in the wood.
I also have friends in the bugs, of course. Tiny stinkbugs that love to sleep on the ceilings when it is too cold or too hot outside. They are quite silly. And the ladybirds, gentle souls who never trouble me. The spiders are interesting tenants, though… the wolf spiders seem to never get our eviction notices. But the orb weavers keep our yards decorated during the late summer and early autumn. Quite remarkable artists, they are… and of course the caterpillars and butterflies. Ridiculous people, charming but eccentric. And the snails, my precious darlings with their lovely homes. I often find them after they have moved out, and the house is empty.
The sky is a lovely friend, too. I love her watercolour set, she paints so extravagantly. And at night she brings her own friends to see me.
I adore the moon. We share a name, her and I! Her looking glass reflects the sun, another grand friend of ours. I love to see what dress the moon wears, how she has changed during the day and what she will wear tomorrow. I’ve heard she has a man, but I’ve never seen him for myself. I have seen her rabbit, though.
The stars are sweet acquaintances as well. I do not know all their names and home addresses, but I know the Dipper siblings, older and younger. We chat when we can. They have bright and winning smiles.
And lastly, I have some rather odd friends; I hope you won’t judge them too much. They are ridiculous and rude at times, but they typically mean well. They can be boisterous. More often than not they don't appreciate what they don't see or hear or understand. They like to pick on my bugs. They complain about the rain's visits. They tear down my trees and twist their arms. They spit in the wind. Some of them are good... but they don’t always notice my friends… sometimes they ridicule us. They tend to not believe in magic, so they cannot hear my friends. They are not all bad… but they make the mistake of growing up and forgetting.
Humans, they call themselves. We get along all right.
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Book with brownie and little flowery dish, both made by our daughter ❤️.
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I had a dream about going down this wide stream in heavy woods where wild pigs lived and played specific rocks. like they chose favorite rocks like otters, but would push them around with their noses instead. I went to check on them after a bad storm and they hide by finding cracks and crevices in boulder piles and their noses are colored in such a way they are camouflaged because they stick them out just a little to smell for predators and food and such. anyway, I go to check on them and try to coax them out by playing with some rocks but no luck. I come across a pile of newspapers and see a cat kind of poking it's head out. I see a pigs nose nearby and said "is this why you didn't want to come out? so I would find this sweet baby?" and the pig quietly gave a few small snorts and twitched it's nose in my direction. I lift the newspaper and see the cat just had 3 or 4 kittens and even still had the umbi6cord attached. the cat was too young to know to get rid of it so it was a tiny bit old but not by much. all of a sudden this family comes up in a little dingey and kinda shouts asking if I need help. it was a mom, dad, and their young son (about 7, maybe 8) and I said actually yes! They came over, the son crouched down to look at the kittens as I picked them up to inspect them. he said they were so cute and tiny and just looked at them with such wonder. All of a sudden about 3 more adult cats came around, all very friendly, and I jokingly asked if one of them was the other parent. Then the big pig came out and was sniffing the kittens and the mom cat was rubbing herself all over the pig, and it became clear that these cats were living with the pigs, maybe even had been cared for by the pigs. The dad had some scissors with him since they were fishing and cut the cord and we wrapped them all up in a towel and took them with us. we hopped in their boat to the nearest area that had a vet. And then I woke up 😁
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