Greetings all and first let me thank Anna, Shilpa, Jo, Kat, Mary (linkedin) and Mario (Linkedin) for liking, commenting, loving and sharing my latest post. As always, huge kudos to each of you for reading instead of scrolling by.
I must confess that I am pondering what to write and my thoughts turn to development group this eve. I do tend to go with the flow of the evening with an agenda which we may or may not stick too. The things I look for are enjoyment, support and of course some fine work which we usually do I must say. It does help when I'm surrounded by some incredibly talented people who do some marvellous achievements. It's all done online on zoom on Tuesday and Thursday and if this interests you whilst you're reading then drop me a line.
Having said that, I will be doing it in person on Saturday. I'm looking forward to introducing the Conscious Creatures cards to the group at the Shakra Centre. It's a full on day starting with an hours meditation, hours development and a medium circle too. It will certainly entail working with the energy of animals and they always bring a wonderful vibrancy. Again, if this intrigues you then do get in touch as I know some like to meet in person and I must confess it does bring a nice vibe.
Well, let's get to the archives for the march of time is relentless and I do need to prepare things rather shortly. Have a wonderful eve and no doubt will catch you soon.
Renovation
By Gary Hewitt
Jerry Hardwick screeched his wheel pig to a halt. He tumbled onto the driveway and stabbed the intercom’s button. He did not release until a tired voice answered.
“Hello?”
“It’s Haven landscapes. We’re scheduled to start work today.”
The gate buzzed and the lock released. Jerry shoved a decaying gate apart and drove his van down a dirt track. A life weaver in green with folded arms waited. Behind her lay a garden overgrown with spring flora.
“Hi, I’m Jerry Hardwick. Is it ok if we get to work?”
“I’m unhappy you’re here but I have no say in the matter. Do you have any idea how old this place is?”
Jerry shrugged. His employees ripped open the back of the van and leapt out.
“I don’t know. Look, we only do your boss has asked us to do. He wants things spruced up.”
Jerry’s men heaved several bags of concrete from the van and dumped them onto a small lawn along with a hoard of brutal tools.
“Baz, fire up the saw mate and get moving. Joey, you get the other one and Charlie you get busy with the spade. I’ll help out where I can. I reckon if we crack on we can make a big dent in it by this afternoon.
The woman sighed and retreated to her lodge. She did not offer Jerry a cup of tea. She winced when she heard the chainsaw. Her phone sang and she placed plastic to her ear.
“Rose, have they arrived?”
“Why Mr G? Why are we allowing these ghastly men to ruin everything? This place has remained unchanged since the dawn of time.”
“I know. Look, it’s my job to make big changes every now and then. The garden’s not relevant any more. Once the place is concreted over I can finally build that extension I want.”
“Well, you know best.”
“Come up and I’ll discuss my plans for the place.”
The phone died. Rose looked back to see the immortal apple tree eviscerated before being added to the wasp flames on a bonfire whose mean spiral reached up to heaven. Rose remembered when it was first planted so many millennia ago. A tear fell yet no green shoots sprung from where the water fell. She never thought progress in paradise would be so tough.
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