first reeds sprout (16/72)

(working as part of a ‘Japanese 72 season micro-climate’ artist collaborative initiative within Treesisters)

Japanese season called ‘Kokuu’/ Grain Rains. 20th April until 4th May .
Micro climate ‘first reeds sprout’ 20th April – 24th April.

This was easy in February.
Still half in hibernation.
Now SO much is going on around it is virtually impossible to share all I am touched by! SPRING! It really is all rising!
Interesting that this season is called ‘Kokuu’….nothing to do with the bird I am hearing all day either!

(Oh….thunder….only 4 micro-climates too late! But hopefully it will bring a bit more much needed rain!! We had a little rain today and within a hour all the buds in our garden opened! A blaze of colour!!)

So I am going to focus on my journey with the ‘reeds’….

I went down to a local pond yesterday and saw that the bull rushes (the closest to ‘reeds’ that we have here) are, indeed, sprouting.

I went for a paddle….feeling the peaty moss between my toes…

Then a remembered song began bubbling in my mind….
‘Green grow the rushes o…’.

So, on my return, I began looking for the lyrics of the song.

The first song that popped up was the beautiful Burn’s song ‘Green grow the rashes o’…but that was not it…then Google suggested another old English folk song (also known as the Dilly Song) and that really was not it (very religious references…but the debate re the true meaning of the words was entertaining!)….
Then I remembered the next line…’down among the valley o’…
Of course!
My remembered song was the famous Christie Moore track….’The Well below the Valley’ and had nothing to do with rushes at all….that one is ‘green grow the lilies o’ and is a bit of a horror tale where a pilgrim exposes a selfish woman, at a well, as a liar and condemns her to hell!!
So I was not struck on working with that one!

I returned to the Burn’s song…. I know all my sisters around the world would appreciate these words from a man (even if he was a bit of an infamous womaniser!).
Ahh dear Rabbie, he knew which side his bread was buttered….here’s to men who love Nature and women!

It is a bit rough and ready…but here goes….

Chor. - Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.

There's nought but care on ev'ry han',                                           (care on every hand)
In ev'ry hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.                                                        (if it was not for the women)
Green grow, &c.

The war'ly race may riches chase,                                                (warring peoples)
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
Green grow, &c.

But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,                                                 (a beautiful hour of evening)
My arms about my dearie, O;
An' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men,                                                  (fighting worries and fighting men)
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!                                                            (go somersaulting out of my mind!)
Green grow, &c.

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this;                                            (you are so fine you sneer at this)
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:                                          (self explanatory!)
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,                                              (the world ever saw)
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.                                                         (dearly love women)
Green grow, &c.

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears                                       
Her noblest work she classes, O:                                                (Woman are natures best work!)
Her prentice han' she try'd on man,                                          (Nature was only practising when she made man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.                                               and then she made the women!)
Green grow, &c.

When I was looking, through my diaries to find the original song, this fell out.
I really have no idea now where/who it was from….but there were two copies of it on a pea green paper, typed with typewriter (remember those!?)

Man cannot cope with Man.
The desire to make a spiritual connection with a man is like throwing a stone across the river. Without motives or spiritual manipulation. I want only to go into consciousness. Deep thought with my own image and likeness. To know who I am. I want a partner in crime. The crime of Love. Someone with a mutual interest, whose sensitive and free of guilt. A free spirit that has no country. No boundaries and the wall of confusion will come tumbling down.

I searched the corners of the world for a ‘real man’. A mystical roller coaster ride. But only found one problem after another. We haven’t evolved past the singular cell into anything nearly as interesting as it could be. Approaching is the year 2000. It’s hard to watch Man wallow in the past. Thought stuck in secrets and showing superficial emotion. You never know what Man is thinking and few are open enough to share it, they ask no questions, if you try to go beyond it’s own sexuality and transcend to a higher level.

I yearn to meet a person who understands the theory that this world is not it and that past the physical plane is the mental and astral plane. A place that’s hard to reach.

But if I go get the orange and you the bread, then we would have time to reach it together. There is Love other than with woman that can’t be seen or felt. Only experienced. And until the right calibre of human being comes into my space, I must struggle on the physical level. Which does nothing for me. Leaves me cold. The material world is only temporary satisfaction and the unknown or invisible world has so much more power.

Take me now. Under your wing. For I am lost and need to get out.
Take me away so I can devote my Life to this…to You.
I have nothing to loose. Inspiration is my only offer.

I am your butler on the edge of the abyss.
Forced into a corner because….

Man cannot cope with man.

p. missing 95″

What a strange and mysterious missive! And I have no memory of it at all!

Back to paddling in the now….seems this post took a bit of a twist…but perhaps, with Beltane looming this dance of masculine and feminine is on my mind…..yes..thank you owl for hooting your agreement!

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