The Story of The Woman in the Bluebell Wood.

 Each Year I go to my favourite Woods which at this time of year are filled with Bluebells… I have published this poem before, but this week I have made a video of my walk in the woods which I took last week, which I will share here with you all..  Enjoy the Story-poem… And I hope you enjoy the video I have added less than 5 minutes in length at the end of this post…
Much Love to you all and MAY you all enjoy the blossoms of Nature and of Each Other..

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Once upon a time within a wood

Unfolding her wings a Fairy Girl stood

She flew and she sang with the hum of the Bee

Sprinkling her dust to create a blue seaRufford Park

Each flower she tended with love and with care

Sharing their nectar she lived happily there

Blackbird

The blackbird he sang his delight in his Song

The wood their home it was where both belonged

Bluebell Wood ~ Rufford

She’d fly high and low touching each bell

And each one would open under her spell

Bluebell Wood 5

Soon there were thousands, they stretched out for miles

Each one touched by the Fairy with smiles.

Bluebell Wood 2

Now one day a woman alone and forlorn

Walked in the wood all weary and worn

She’d strayed from the path so deep was her thought

Blinded by tears of life’s worries she was caught

Bluebell Path

She rested her back by the trunk of a tree

Closing her eyes, that woman was me

She came to the wood to speak to a tree

The ‘Old One’ would listen, Silence being the key

Bluebell trail

His branches would creak, his bark would feel warm

The ‘Old One’ poured love, and the woman felt calm

The Fairy would sit up high in his branch

Watching the exchange and the woman’s downward glance.

The Standing One in the Bluebell wood

She’d fly by her shoulder and tickle her hair

With each breath the woman discarded her cares

She stood up, breathed deep, hugging her tree

Her thoughts now clear, her mind filled with glee

Bluebells

She turned giving thanks and blinked in surprise

Gasping out loud as the sight met her eyes

Her smile now broad, her heart full of love

The Woman discovers the Bluebell Wood..

Bluebell edge of the wood

And so she returns at May time each year

Feeding the birds, she no longer sheds tears

The Fairies still fly and dance in the tree

And once in a while they visit with me

Feeding the Birds

The moral of this tale is to open your heart

Let Nature heal you, you are one from the start

Discover your breath and talk to the trees

Seek out the Silence; your mind holds the keys

Bluebell wood 6

So let go of sorrow, worry and strive

Let Nature in for she’s part of your life

And if you should wander and stray off track

Remember that LOVE will lead you straight back..

© Sue Dreamwalker 2014 All rights reserved.

Have a Wonderful Week All of You..

I hope you enjoyed my photo’s of my walk in the Wood, along with my little story poem.. And the addition of my Video. 

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Enjoy May Blossoms and each other

Thank you for reading

~Sue~

Photo Credit.. Fairy : https://www.flickr.com/photos/21886313@N00/5658082599/in/photostream/

 

The Bluebell Wood~ Poem and Story

Once upon a time within a wood

Unfolding her wings a Fairy Girl stood

She flew and she sang with the hum of the Bee

Sprinkling her dust to create a blue seaRufford Park

Each flower she tended with love and with care

Sharing their nectar she lived happily there

Blackbird

The blackbird he sang his delight in his Song

The wood their home it was where both belonged

Bluebell Wood ~ Rufford

She’d fly high and low touching each bell

And each one would open under her spell

Bluebell Wood 5

Soon there were thousands, they stretched out for miles

Each one touched by the Fairy with smiles.

Bluebell Wood 2

Now one day a woman alone and forlorn

Walked in the wood all weary and worn

She’d strayed from the path so deep was her thought

Blinded by tears of life’s worries she was caught

Bluebell Path

She rested her back by the trunk of a tree

Closing her eyes, that woman was me

She came to the wood to speak to a tree

The ‘Old One’ would listen, Silence being the key

Bluebell trail

His branches would creak, his bark would feel warm

The ‘Old One’ poured love, and the woman felt calm

The Fairy would sit up high in his branch

Watching the exchange and the woman’s downward glance.

The Standing One in the Bluebell wood

She’d fly by her shoulder and tickle her hair

With each breath the woman discarded her cares

She stood up, breathed deep, hugging her tree

Her thoughts now clear, her mind filled with glee

Bluebells

She turned giving thanks and blinked in surprise

Gasping out loud as the sight met her eyes

Her smile now broad, her heart full of love

The Woman discovers the Bluebell Wood..

Bluebell edge of the wood

And so she returns at May time each year

Feeding the birds, she no longer sheds tears

The Fairies still fly and dance in the tree

And once in a while they visit with me

Feeding the Birds

The moral of this tale is to open your heart

Let Nature heal you, you are one from the start

Discover your breath and talk to the trees

Seek out the Silence; your mind holds the keys

Bluebell wood 6

So let go of sorrow, worry and strive

Let Nature in for she’s part of your life

And if you should wander and stray off track

Remember that LOVE will lead you straight back..

© Sue Dreamwalker 2014 All rights reserved.

Have a Wonderful Weekend All of You.. I thought to re-share this story poem, as the bluebells are out in England, and I shall be walking the woods..

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Enjoy May Blossoms and each other

  Happy  Beltane  and Here’s to New Beginnings!

Thank you for reading

~Sue~

Photo Credit.. Fairy : https://www.flickr.com/photos/21886313@N00/5658082599/in/photostream/

 

An Introduction: To Beach Walk Reflections.

Here is a brief interlude, while I gather yet more seeds of my own… Enjoy!

Many of you here on WordPress, can remember our dear friend Frank, who for many years brought joy over at A Frank Angle. He decided it was time for a fresh perspective, so in February of this year he decided to write his last post there and begin a new adventure.

I am pleased to announce that Franks New Blog, called Beach Walk Reflections is now Launched. Frank always has an angel on life, and in this new adventure he reflects on life as he takes his daily walks. And for those who are lucky to walk on the beach, or anywhere for that matter, know how calming and energising those walks can be.

Any walk into Nature connects Mind, Body and Soul. Walking allows our thoughts to flow, our minds to clear, as we contemplate life. And for that short moment we forget our problems, as we mull over our worries, as we put life and its meaning into perspective. So dear WordPress family, I hope you will join Frank, get to know him, and his thoughts, for I know you will not be disappointed.

Franks first post speaks of Seeds, and those who know me, also know how seeds are such an important part of my life, as I plant seeds in my garden and plant seeds of thought that allow our consciousness to grow.

Allow Frank to plant some seeds into your life, where you can share the reflections of life with him. And I just love this paragraph as he writes~

People are hidden seeds waiting to become viable vessels of knowledge. Because every seed has the potential for a significant result, seeds are a symbol for the potential that is in each of us for a positive future – a power of hope and possibility. Teachers hope to plant a seed in students – a seed that develops over time into something valued by others and society – their role in cultivating humanity.

So Please join me in welcoming Frank to his new Blog Home, Beach Walk Reflections. Frank’s first Walk is below.. Enjoy.. And Please comment on Frank’s blog to let him know how you enjoyed his walk.

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I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

Ever think about seeds? They seem so simple at a glance – even on closer examination. We typically think of a hard, thin outer shell with a softer inside. 

On the other hand, this seemingly plain object is the beginning of something new – something beautiful – something useful – a green plant that can be as simple as grass or are grand as a large tree.

Earth’s annual regeneration of seeds for release (many in the fall) – possibly covered by winter snows – yet ready for renewal in the spring so the cycle can repeat – all this with its goal of perpetuating the species.

I think of the farmer preparing the land before planting the seeds. Whether scattering the seeds randomly or planting them in straight rows with distinct spacing, time delivers something that belongs to all of us – bountiful crops and flowers. 

As I walk, trees are sparse – only found on the grounds of some condominiums – although they are naturally found a short distance away from this beach. I think about a forest. Somewhere in that forest’s history, there was a time of one tree – the first tree. One tree that came from a seed. From that one tree came other trees – each coming from a seed.

I think about the sizes and shapes of seeds – from the tiniest orchid seed to a type of coconut containing the largest seed – shapes as squares, oblong, angular, triangles, round, egg-shaped, bean-shaped, kidney-shaped, discs, and spheres. Some seeds with lines and ridges – others perfectly smooth – plus in a variety of colors, and some even speckled.  

A seed has three components – an outer protective coat, the embryo for growing into a new plant, and the food source giving the embryo and young plant its initial food source for growth – all aspects for increasing a chance for survival.

Ever notice how leaves sprout early from a seed? Yes, leaves for producing food for the youthful, growing plant because the initial food source is small. 

Seeds hold the potential to produce something new because they contain hope and promise for something new. But not all plants use seeds for reproduction. For instance, mosses or ferns do not  – but seed plants are the ones that dominate the plant world. 

This causes me to think about our fertility – that is, the seeds within us. The promises that we hold that can produce a bountiful yield.

Interesting that the sperm of human males are called seeds, but in the plant world, seeds are something produced after the sperm fertilizes the egg.

Seeds are mobile, so they must have adaptations to move them around – a method of dispersal. Some have wings to be carried by the wind. Some have barbs, burrs, or hooks to attach to fur, feathers, or even human clothing to be dropped elsewhere. Some are buoyant so moving water can transport them. Others are surrounded by fleshy fruit that will be eaten, therefore the seeds can be exposed and deposited elsewhere for potential growth. 

I remember the large oak trees at my previous home. Each producing a bountiful supply of acorns – but not the same number each year. Each acorn with a coat, an embryo, and food supply. Each acorn is the potential for a new oak tree. However, all those acorns from one tree – a culinary feast for squirrels preparing for winter – so I wonder how many of all those acorns will yield their acorns in time. 

Seeds are that structure we plant in fertile soil and associate with terms as vigor, viability, dormancy, and germination. Seeds are also a source for food, oils, cooking ingredients, flavorings, jewelry, and even deadly poisons.

Besides a simple design yielding a complex adult, the seed is also a useful metaphor.

People are hidden seeds waiting to become viable vessels of knowledge. Because every seed has the potential for a significant result, seeds are a symbol for the potential that is in each of us for a positive future – a power of hope and possibility. Teachers hope to plant a seed in students – a seed that develops over time into something valued by others and society – their role in cultivating humanity.

Seeds are the ideas coming to us from thinking. The something that initiated a thought process that leads to personal action for improving life. The seeds of discovery lie in the knowledge of determination through the human spirit.

I think about how each of us has a bright side and a dark side – the good seeds and the bad seeds. Seeds are a symbol for laying the groundwork for future development as planting the seed – but some use planting the seed for promoting negative feelings or a downfall.

Religions rely on the seeds of faith while politics prefers manipulating the seeds for selfishness.  

A heart contains seeds of love that are waiting to sprout a new life with that special someone.

I think about how entrepreneurs use “seed money” for starting a new business. I also remember during my youth using “bird feed” or “chicken feed” as a term for a small amount of anything – something paltry or minuscule in amount.

Seeds – that simple, interesting, incredible, and successful biological design found in nature that plays a large role in human life. I don’t recall what triggered thinking about seeds on this day, but it has been an interesting mental journey and exercise as I walk. After all, I like walking on the beach because it is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

To Continue To Beach Walk Reflections Click Here.

My Next Post to follow will be Part Three of Hoodwinking:

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The Bluebell Wood~ Poem and Story

Once upon a time within a wood

Unfolding her wings a Fairy Girl stood

She flew and she sang with the hum of the Bee

Sprinkling her dust to create a blue seaRufford Park

Each flower she tended with love and with care

Sharing their nectar she lived happily there

Blackbird

The blackbird he sang his delight in his Song

The wood their home it was where both belonged

Bluebell Wood ~ Rufford

She’d fly high and low touching each bell

And each one would open under her spell

Bluebell Wood 5

Soon there were thousands, they stretched out for miles

Each one touched by the Fairy with smiles.

Bluebell Wood 2

Now one day a woman alone and forlorn

Walked in the wood all weary and worn

She’d strayed from the path so deep was her thought

Blinded by tears of life’s worries she was caught

Bluebell Path

She rested her back by the trunk of a tree

Closing her eyes, that woman was me

She came to the wood to speak to a tree

The ‘Old One’ would listen, Silence being the key

Bluebell trail

His branches would creak, his bark would feel warm

The ‘Old One’ poured love, and the woman felt calm

The Fairy would sit up high in his branch

Watching the exchange and the woman’s downward glance.

The Standing One in the Bluebell wood

She’d fly by her shoulder and tickle her hair

With each breath the woman discarded her cares

She stood up, breathed deep, hugging her tree

Her thoughts now clear, her mind filled with glee

Bluebells

She turned giving thanks and blinked in surprise

Gasping out loud as the sight met her eyes

Her smile now broad, her heart full of love

The Woman discovers the Bluebell Wood..

Bluebell edge of the wood

And so she returns at May time each year

Feeding the birds, she no longer sheds tears

The Fairies still fly and dance in the tree

And once in a while they visit with me

Feeding the Birds

The moral of this tale is to open your heart

Let Nature heal you, you are one from the start

Discover your breath and talk to the trees

Seek out the Silence; your mind holds the keys

Bluebell wood 6

So let go of sorrow, worry and strive

Let Nature in for she’s part of your life

And if you should wander and stray off track

Remember that LOVE will lead you straight back..

© Sue Dreamwalker 2014 All rights reserved.

 

Have a Wonderful Week All of You..

I hope you enjoyed my photo’s of my walk in the Wood, along with my little story poem..

~~~~~

Enjoy May Blossoms and each other

Thank you for reading

~Sue~

Photo Credit.. Fairy : https://www.flickr.com/photos/21886313@N00/5658082599/in/photostream/

 

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