A GLOBAL SPRING.

On Bealtaine, May 1^st, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Always on foot, never on wheels, a short walk from 189 feet above sea level down to the corner shop to buy water in the rain.

It's either fluoride from the tap, and i wouldn't touch it, or bisphenol leeching from plastic bottles. I drink enough black tea to flush the latter out, but they say fluoride is in the tea too. So much for progress.

The road turns right half way down and my focus rests on the vivid velvet green curve of a broad backed hill beyond the shop, dotted with distant white sheep. But for the hedgerow enclosures, it resembles,and is, a huge ancient mound.

There's an area below, a few paces from the shop, known as 'the peace park.' Through the days of early Spring, i always cast a distant glance down across to a cherry tree that grows there. Planning to take photos for this writing when it blossoms and wondering when or where both would start.

Until, Spring sunshine and blue sky and full pink blossoms now blooming. I go down to look, open to inspiration, before buying a, five

litre bottle of, hopefully spring water. The return trip up the hill is something else. Water is something of utmost gravity.

'The Peace Park' consists of a perfect circle of low shrubs with a few benches. Gravel paths radiating to the four directions like a medicine wheel. The rest is lawn, sparsely planted with flowering cherry saplings, and one fully grown cherry tree now in full bloom.

I haven't researched the peace park and how it came to be there. Nobody ever makes use of it, and it seems to be just a token gesture generally regarded as not being there.

'We did our bit for PEACE, now all we have to do is keep the grass from growing and maybe poison the weeds.' Typically ironic and a bit sad and pathetic, as opposed to 'pacific' as in PEACE, and it must have cost a bit to secure and establish. No doubt, that was the measure of the gesture of sacrifice, in loving memory of PEACE.

But it has so much obvious and unrecognized creative potential. To start with, it could at least be an abundance of colourful flowers of all species or races coexisting together in harmony to make PEACE a reality. People could gather in a circle to regularly honour and celebrate the intent and radiate it out to each of the four directions in sunwise order.

One thing for sure, it never stopped a war.

There's a complete mandala, a medicine circle lying idle there. It could be a healing place to sit together on a sunny Sunday, instead of in a square building divorced from nature and light, dedicated to the pathos and pain of 'sacrifice', to 'worship' something nobody's ever seen and not of this Earth at all.

 

So i took my rainbow globe and went out and honoured the sacred Spring. Bealtaine- (Be-ol-tenna), the Gaelic word for May. I took twenty shots with the blown glass globe meticulously placed to reflect the loaded pink blossoms arching down to the ground, as i'd intended.

'As above, so below.'

People talk of "the Egyptian Spring" and how there should be "an American Spring". But they seem to be in a not so free Fall into a Winter of discontent, to say the very least. Without as yet protecting, honouring, and celebrating nature. What springs to mind tends to be a riot of colour minus respect for or presence of, colour.


 

 

A goldrush instead of a 'golden age', the rights of spring instead of 'a rite of Spring', the alienation of inalienable rights gone wrong.

So my sunny photoshoot was pretty intense but peaceful and no bystanders got shot. It was a silent meditation on a 'real' GLOBAL SPRING' in a PEACE PARK utilizing THE POWER OF IMAGINATION.

That was my sole focus and my soul focus. It's my rite, as in ritual. A creative rite in spite of, yet another glitch with a zoom. A zoom which carries on zooming no matter where i set it at.

Finding the point of balance is a meditation in itself.
 

Yet, despite the slings and arrows of outrageous digital gadgets, persistence prevailed. Creative soul focus intent miraculously manifested worlds within worlds enacting a bright spell of Global Spring.

Researching the Celtic, and Chinese symbolism of the cherry tree: "The cherry tree symbolizes, death and rebirth, healing and rejuvenation, power, and female sexuality."

No wonder that, in Japan, they make annual pilgrimage to simply view cherry blossoms in Spring.

 

As they say: "One showing is worth a thousand words." So that's my short story. The pictures speak for themselves.

To quote a 13 word affirmation of mine from 2003: "May the true lovers of the Earth now awaken and arise in Peace." Repeat 13 times, and let it be.

PEACE ON TERRA~

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Makes Rainbows.

Photos:
    A GLOBAL SPRING, martin law, 2014