"Wood Tales From Beyth ha-`Emeq" --by RusticWoodArt #3: "Wood's Vale at King's Dale" --RusticWoodArt

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Blog entry by frank posted 07-02-2007 01:21 PM 971 reads 0 times favorited 3 comments Add to Favorites Watch
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Wood’s Vale at King’s Dale was at the sound of shifting patterns of un-solicitated wind,
passing through these gorges of my adorned soul,
that i first caught an encounter with your infinite being of oneness entwined,
where the osculation of your passion and zest remembered me as all-ready whole….

—-i was the one who you found striving in mind and body,
and the places of my existence were workplaces of self-expression,
while all the routines of my daily exercises came up naught-fully shoddy,
before the wholly art-full beauty of your spirit manifestation….

—-this that you re-mind-ed me of,
was the turning of my world up-side-down,
and so it was that after awakening outside of my self in-duced box hereof,
the first thing you brought forth was my ‘giving thanks’ as this became my crown….

—-all these blessing of life are the harmony of a fruit-full spirit,
and such are the teachings you brought to my remembrance,
as from the past-of to now-of moment as all i inherit,
while ages past i learned the sitting in silence before feasted accrescence….

....all that i am is the grace-full remembrance of from whence i came,
and this that caused me much striving for finding my place,
has now given way to the acclaim of all that i have became,
not by standards of other’s worth-but-worth all as i stare into your welcoming face

And so once again I return to this place of silent sanctuary, where all that is needed is the releasing of my imagination as the images that so dance in my head are brought to life before my eyes. Ah yes, there’s a good place to go and lay my head….

....and back there before time, I soon stepped out into the flowing of sepia color, where I contrasted my self against the backdrop of art-full colors…. there’s a wonder-full wood story to listen too, as I gaze upon the beauty of this moment….

....I don’t come up here after the snows start falling in winter, since I would leave track and the many cross country skiers and hikers might find this place, so upon returning in the spring, one of the first places I check for sign up here is….

....and in many….many years now, the ancient fire pit remains untouched….

....and here a story to listen to, some folks reckon that the acorn that falls from yonder tree….is the sky falling in on them, but here sits one who fell from yonder sky amid all the accumulated ground cover….now go and write your own story….

Thank you.

”....of all the trees in the forest, i have yet to find one, that did not have a story to tell, when once i decided to stop in my haste and listen to there songs of beaut-i-full ‘wood art’….”

-- --frank, NH,

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#1 posted 07-02-2007 02:35 PM

Great Story Ftank. A fire pit full of ground coverings.

-- I've been blessed with a father who liked to tinker in wood, and a wife who lets me tinker in wood. Southern Delaware soon moving to Virginia †

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#2 posted 07-02-2007 03:39 PM

frank, you live in a little patch of Heaven. I’ll have to show you the beauty of parkland country in the late spring, someday. Bob and I live in the transition area between the foothills and the prairies. My wife is from Cape Breton Island and says you have to be born in parkland country to think it’s beautiful. I told her, you have to be born someplace as beautiful as Cape Breton to think it’s not. She still looks canted when I say that. Great read, frank. As always!

-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)

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#3 posted 07-02-2007 09:43 PM

Great read Frank…nice to keep places like that from being spoiled. I look at that boulder and think about the last glaciers receding and leaving it behind. From your description of it’s isolation you wonder how many people have stood on that spot since that boulder was deposited?

-- Bob, Carver Massachusetts, Sawdust Maker

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