Green Man Festival 2012 // The 405 Preview | The 405

Green Man Festival 2012 // The 405 Preview | The 405
"
We haven't even mentioned the Green Man himself yet. I think he may well be the point. Maybe the Green Man is the best thing about Green Man. Over the course of the festival you can walk inside the Green Man. You'll find pens and labels. You can write down your hopes, your dreams, your fears. You can read those of others, your fellow festival goers, you can share your most intimate thoughts with those sharing the collective experience.
Maybe thats what make makes the atmosphere so special. Standing in the shadow of the Black Mountains. Sharing your most intimate thoughts with 10,000 strangers, with some of the finest musicians the human race can muster, becoming part of a piece of art. Leaving your hopes, your dreams, your fears, tied to the inside of the Green Man to become his heart. To end your festival watching them burn, and to return to face the life you left behind, feeling new.    "  

Clocks do

underneath time, lays another layer of our world,

swathed in illusions

we created , then forgot.

a space both vast yet intimate

where, when remembered, we recognise

people, the moments

we chose - oh, all those

aeons ago.

but whilst we wear the forgetting-mask,

we bump again into those lessons

already been,

how many times we have to re-learn, wading

through foggy minds, relieved

only when a memory is 

nudged through the mist,

those precious moments

we easily grasp when the mind

is awake

the longer way round?

stepping over each brown crisp leaf

scattered across the lush wet green grass

my path zigzags over the ground

and takes my feet further than they need

but the focusing on each tiny leaf

and its own tiny cosmos

and my longer happier route

is worth every tiny fragile vein

sketched upon each vibrant little leaf

and every tiny little smile that escapes

from between my cold red lips


© E.Bevan 2012

Dawn

Stumbling bleary-eyed to the door,
excited hairy fur-ball of a dog rushing past,
stepping out into the dawn...
Swept out of sleepiness
by the cool damp morning!
Fresh, cleansed by the rain,
Dew drops sparkling in the first rays of sun,
excited wet fur-ball of a dog
hurtles out of the field
back into the garden
Now there are 6 wet legs
and a dawn-blessed laughing heap!

© E.Bevan 2012

threading...

amazing, these little threads,

these tentative connections,

winding around, through,

beneath and above,

seeking out new little lines,

some fuse in happy surprise, others snap.

some wrapping round each other

with knowing smiles,

each meeting bursting open

a new world,

a new adventure


© E.Bevan 2011

La Loba

I am declaring myself All Woman.
Within that I am the Nurturer, the Healer, the Listener, the Mother, the Patient one - all those things you see... and yet more - I am also the Thinker, the Fixer, The Protector, the Lover... for I Feel and Sense, I Laugh and Dance and  I See.
I have gathered my strengths over the years, I have sung the bones back into Life, I guard my children fiercely within Love, I value my independence, yet I do not dismiss others from my hearth... friends and kin welcome, and do you see this warm space - for my lover... One who can Know, See, Feel... One who knows when to visit and when to hunt, when to crow and laugh and when to smile and sit, quiet. Just now, I sit, for in being here, solitude is soothing, is powerful, is all you need for Seeing, Knowing, Flowing... for it is written that in Union the light of Love is ninefold. Waiting is just one of my tasks...
And I bring the light of Universal Love into my cave, unafraid to live alone, to stir the healing herbs...   smiling in the silence, or singing loudly to make my fire dance, in whose flames my intuition flow freely. I answer to nobody, yet listen to all, I harm none. I live in and with Peace. I will visit you in your dreams, bring you gifts, whisper secrets...sharing all delights, all knowings, sowing the yellow seeds...
I am all woman! Laid out on the sunny rock, crouched beside the running stream, kneeling by the fire, singing under the Moon... yes, I am here for you all, I love you all, my soul bursts with the Joy of it all... who then will run with me, La Loba, as you hear me howl...?


© E,Bevan 2010