The Woodlanders...
errr...
meaning, one of em, singular.
Even if a whole year is dominated - i fact IS one image for me:
One woman only, seemingly celebrating - by taking a little video of herself, at her wood sawing stand
(stock picture for now of the urban neurotic thing that is he internet)Because 75% of my last 50 years since the age of 10.... firstly for 7 years with old man Ralph, then almost all the last 30 years - never have i had piped gas and only for one year an oil tank and heating, has been then SOLO .... diligently quietly gathering my wood for the fire...
Only assistant ever for a decade my child...
But no mere 'assistant' in that i knew all those 50 years that the 'MEDITATIVE' quiet working away at the wood is the ANSWER.... Always was... always will Be. And thus i wished er to also learn ad be BODILY in tune with the wood...as i had.. because a few hors at the woodsawing stand is the perfect remedy to every worldy ill i ave ever known...
In fact it is is just as much the slow drying of the wood - cutting branches into fireplace length logs and those logs stacked in different piles of dryness dependent on how long it has been from them being of the tree...the whole careful operation including piles of carefully collected kindling in various states of dryness - under glass or plastic ...
In fact t is the living entirely in the NOW of planning ahead a year which piles need more sun, more air between the logs etc etc so as to be ready for the winter to come or the next one...that is living properly 'in tune' with the seasons and nature.... and ACTUAL 'mindfulness' ... none of the fraud gurus could ever understand as they are all townies... urban....
No matter what intellectual interests or pursuits one has or sophisticated occasional forays to a city, quite quite simply if one lives -in fact IS that rhythm.... one is diferent.
And for 25 years.... i simply could never find any woman except one rather broken down 'traumatised' friend... funnily enough though she lived at 1500' up a Welsh hill for all her adult life (inherited from the man who abused her child? funny old world), she was born and raised in very rural Pastylandshire where she alleged she had been sexually abused...???
I know NOTHING of anyones truth except that the meditative activity of year in year out harvesting (for free i have never paid for a load of wood in my life) tending to wood supplies to keep one going the winter and in my own case 20 years !! to actually use largely for cooking
Actually creates a different kind of soul.
And there are so few left.
And we... only lament seeing large piles of a years worth of wood - a years hard work harvesting drying cutting.....go u in smoke for...what?
Anyway that sounds miserable and angry - never - thats the point, the woodperson has real meditation at the sawing bench (and the removing small twig setup) so nothing gets to them really plus its the best possible place to be thinking and philosophising....
And knowing that ALL human assumption or difference or 'lineage' or philosophy ..or dance or whatever is utterly superfluous
And when i saw a decade ago certain behaviours of men (we never ever have any women helpers any more... reality!) at fallen trees.... i knew even here (there last region) there was no hope anymore
SO... i have made a decade long artistic 'study' of all that
And it is time to get to some ... REAL 'art'... that tells the real true stories of
