posted March 30, 2009 07:54 PM         

Love and light to you all. The Universe is a strange place at the moment.

posted March 30, 2009 08:34 PM           

I have the honor of communing everyday with a grand and beautiful silver leaved poplar ~ a longtime family friend I watched my grandfather plant many years ago ~ and a certifiably enchanted forest just across the road from my little house. 'Tree' was one of my son's first words.
I love trees because they have deep roots. Because they're patient. Because they remember.

posted March 30, 2009 08:46 PM         

I grew up with an old old silver maple in the yard.....

posted March 30, 2009 08:54 PM           

I am not kidding or being sarcastic or trying to sully this masterpiece.

This thread is a gift, and I think every
one of us ought to just bump it to the top
when we feel like some thread is getting
too hectic or petty or whatever.

I am totally going to do that, if I dont forget.

I want this thread to have a thousand posts in it.

And I think Blue Roamer should be elected
Head Moderator of All Lindaland.

(Next to Randall, the Mandall)

And if there isnt a title like that,
Randall should come on and declare it,
and make it motherf-cking official.

And Blue Roamer, you also have my permission
to rebuke me if you think I am bugging out,
and I will just take it and thank you for it.

But nobody else can do that, lol.

You have to go get BR and get him to say it.

Okay, I'm done.

Oh, and I'm not saying I did anything wrong.

At least, not compared to anyone but Blue Roamer and Jesus.

posted March 31, 2009 01:38 PM           

I hear you, katatonic. and we sure do binge and purge a lot around this place.

makes me want to give a respectful nod to the bestest, baddest, most beautifullest tree ever ... The Yggdrasil, the First Tree, the World Tree

I know I hung on that windy Tree
nine long nights
wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin
myself an offering to myself
on that tree of which no man knows
from where its roots run

Havamal

Others too of course, but scorpios in particular seem to have this seared onto their souls at birth, I think

i wonder what Blue is doing today

posted March 31, 2009 01:51 PM           

~ Frances Quarles

posted March 31, 2009 07:07 PM         

This is a poem most often sung at Christmas but it inspires me all year long.

Jesus Christ the Apple Tree

1

The tree of life my soul hath seen,
Laden with fruit and always green:
The trees of nature fruitless be
Compared with Christ the apple tree.
2

His beauty doth all things excel:
By faith I know, but ne'er can tell
The glory which I now can see
In Jesus Christ the apple tree.
3

For happiness I long have sought,
And pleasure dearly I have bought:
I missed of all; but now I see
'Tis found in Christ the apple tree.
4

I'm weary with my former toil,
Here I will sit and rest a while:
Under the shadow I will be,
Of Jesus Christ the apple tree.
5

This fruit doth make my soul to thrive,
It keeps my dying faith alive:
Which makes my soul in haste to be
With Jesus Christ the apple tree

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What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world is immortal"~

posted March 31, 2009 07:37 PM         

Thank you ALL for your time on LL. I wish you and your families many blessings.