Wednesday 7th September 2011
More Wonderful Visitors to Bealtaine Cottage…
But, before I begin…
This wonderful young fella turned up at the protest on Monday evening, outside the Council Offices in Carrick-on-Shannon…complete with Gas mask, (Josh Fox) style and home made placard and got a rousing cheer from the protesters!
Visitors to the Permaculture Smallholding today… Bernie and Colin.
Both inspired and enthused with lots of ideas and lots of free plants to take back to the 7 acres Colin tending near Ballinamore. Wonderful people, filled with good energy and leaving some of it behind for me.
I am a great believer in good energy and realise how important this is for people to thrive. Those whose energy is sick or failing can get very angry with life and lash out at people. Many of these people can do a great deal of damage as warmongers and people of greed. We have all encountered people like this on our journey.
Wood-chopping and Tidying up…
And as the day moves on, the chores continue…chopping wood for the stove, though it’s warm today and I will light the smaller stove in the sitting room later on, just for comfort and hot water.
The tidy up continues, as I clear out sheds and bag up endless bags for the charity shop in Carrick. Kevin, who runs it, is always so very pleasant and appreciative, it is a delight to visit!
As I take a rest on the veranda, I can’t help but think of the events of Fukushima this year and how it has so quickly disappeared from our news media.
Dr Helen Caldicott has spent most of her professional life keeping us informed of the facts about Nuclear energy and all the associated problems.
Here is Helen talking about the recent events at Fukushima…it’s well worth a watch…just click on the link below!
Food for the birds this winter…no more birdfeeders, which hang in gardens until enough plants have been planted that will feed wildlife proper. That point was reached several years ago as you can see.
This is Cotoneaster, one of many berry bearing shrubs that will more than adequately keep birds fed over the course of a long winter!
One of my favourite poets is Seamus Heaney.
Following the day that became known as, “Bloody Sunday,” Seamus made his way to Derry for the funerals of the thirteen.
This is the poem he wrote about that journey and that day.
Click on the link to hear the poem and see some black and white footage of the events of both the journey and the sad events.