Our Forests meets in London – 12th July 2011

"Say Trees!"
From left to right: Rich Daniels, Gabriel Hemery, Tony juniper, Hen, Jonathon Porrit, Rod Leslie, Robin Maynard.

On Wednesday I travelled to London to meet with the Our Forests group for the first time. WHAT a meeting!

If I’m honest, I was a bit daunted by attending a meeting with men I’d been inspired by for so many years. These guys have, and continue to work tirelessly to lower our impact on our World and make our lives more sustainable by working with people, campaigns, business, NGO’s, governments & the media. Their achievements are many and I recommend you hopping on to a search engine and having a nosey at each of their stories!

After lots of hellos and hugs I realised that I had nothing to be worried about. They were all encouraging, engaging and inspiring. For which I’ll be eternally grateful, as I felt heard by each of them when I relayed the feelings of all the people who had given me their messages to take to the group.

The main aim of this meeting was to assess the impact of Our Forests (OF) and pin down our next actions. I let them know that a lot of you were not really sure what the impact had been and wanted to see more ‘meat on the bones’, I was also able to feed back that being a member of OF had really helped in my work with Save Our Woods by raising our profile and giving that last little shove to people I’ve been poking for a while into action!

I’m sure you’ll understand that I can’t go into great detail here about what we agreed our next steps would be but suffice to say, the gloves are off!


Hen
Co-founder of SaveOurWoods.co.uk

Copied from the Save Our Woods website :)

hen xx

Huma - The Sunset Songbird of the Forest, by Hen

High up in the Grand Old Oak of the Forest, nestled in the crook of a thick, gnarled branch, sleeps Huma, the Sunset Songbird of the Forest. Anyone who hears her sing agrees that her song is the most beautiful and pure of all the birds.

Every evening, in the Forest, something extraordinary happens. All the animals of Tree, Sky, Soil and Stream gather together beneath the Grand Old Oak to hear Huma sing.

It isn't just the animals that gather, People come from miles around to wonder at the spectacle of her song every night.

Huma begins her song when the Sun begins to set in the evening sky and she only sings for the time it takes the Sun to settle beneath the horizon.

This is enough for the Animals. They listen, spellbound in the perfection and purity of her voice. When the Sun has set, and Huma's song is finished, they happily return to their nests, setts and ponds.

It's not the same with the People though, they are never satisfied.

"Hurrumph. I travelled all this way and all I get is 10 minutes of singing. It's just not good enough!" Says a grumpy old man, with a very wobbly belly.

"It's very cold. I need a drink. There really should be somewhere to sit and have a nice bit of cake and a cup of tea." Says a tall, thin lady with a very pointy nose.

"Well, it's nice and everything, but I really need a wee. There should be toilets here, it's ridiculous" Says a snotty boy in a red cap with lots of spots on his chin.

"Mummy, Daddy, I want one!! I WANT ONE!!!!" Squeals a little girl with one tooth and pig tails.

This is just some of the things the People say when they are visiting Huma. Sometimes they even gibber jabber while she is singing! Not for long though, not even a Person can resist her hypnotic charm.

One evening, as usual, the animals collected around the Grand Old Oak of the Forest and the People came from far and wide. They hustled and bustled and fidgeted and widgeted. Then, when the Sun started to go down, everyone hushed and waited in anticipation...

... Nothing.

The Sun got lower and lower in the Sky. Everyone waited...

... Nothing.

The Sun became a thin strip of scarlet red on the horizon. Everyone strained to hear...

... Silence.

The Moon replaced the Sun. The animals went home, a little confused, very sad and terribly worried about their dear friend Huma. The People complained loudly about how much time they had wasted and drove off home in their noisy, smelly cars for a cup of tea and a wee.

Where was Huma? Where could she be?




Well, the night before, a Shifty Person had tiptoed and whispered his way to where Huma slept on her branch. He peeked and sneaked behind her. Then, in a flash, he swept her up in a brown sack, swiped her off her branch and whisked her away!

That's why there had been no singing! Someone had bird-napped Huma!


The Shifty Person snook Huma back to his home. "Ha Ha! At last! I have Huma all to myself forever and ever! She will sing for me all day and all night and only I will hear her!! The most beautiful voice in the world is mine, all mine!"

Shifty Person took the sack from Huma's head and put her into a rusty cage in a dark corner of his dusty room.

He commanded her to sing.

Huma just closed her eyes and bowed her head. She had no song to sing. Just an empty hollow inside her heart where her voice used to be. The Person grew very angry. "I demand that you sing for me!"

Silence.

Days passed.
Still Huma could not sing. She kept her eyes closed and her head bowed.

Nights passed.
A tear slowly made it's way down Huma's feathery cheek as she remembered the Grand Old Oak of the Forest and the little crook in her favourite branch where she liked to sleep. Poor Huma. She was so sad, much too sad to sing.

Huma could not eat or sleep and she slowly grew too weak to even stand. At this, Huma's captor, who had grown bored after the first day of stealing her, decided he didn't want Huma any more. He snatched her out of her dirty cage, threw her limp little body out of his window and forgot all about her.

Huma lay below the window, in amongst the weeds and empty sweetie wrappers, too weak to fly away. She looked up to the Sky and smiled. She was free from her cage at last. How happy she was! Quickly, Huma fell into a deep, deep sleep.




"Look! What is that?" A Little Person asked her friend.
"It's a bird, bird brain" Her helpful friend replied.
"She is so beautiful. Aww, look, she is poorly."
"She looks dead to me."
"She is NOT dead. I'm going to take her home to my Daddy. He'll fix her." With that, the Kind Little Person put the sleeping Huma very gently into her pocket and headed straight home.

"Daddy, Daddy, look what I found! Quick, she needs your help" Luckily for poor Huma, the Kind Little Persons Daddy was the kind of doctor that can heal animals.

"Well, well, well. What have we got here.” He said gently. “Oh, my! You have found yourself a very special bird. People have been searching high and low for this little bird and it is you that have found her. This is Huma, the Sunset Songbird of the Forest"

"Can you fix her Daddy? Can you?"

"I will try my very best to." Daddy took Huma and placed her in a willow basket by the wood stove, somewhere warm, clean and quiet to rest. When Huma awoke, Daddy gave her a little water and some seeds. Huma could sense that this Person was a Good Person. She felt safe and so took a little water, pecked at a few of the seeds and almost instantly felt better.

After many days of being cared for by the Kind Little Person and her Daddy, Huma stretched her wings and felt strength in them again.

"It's time that this precious bird was released." Daddy said to the Kind Little Person. "We will take her to the Forest and set her free."

"Lets go now Daddy, I can't wait to see her fly!"




Huma felt a sense of anticipation as she was carried from the house in the willow basket and carefully placed into a car. The trees sped past in a blur. 


Finally, after quite some time, they came to a stop. Huma recognised the smell of where they were; damp moss and leafy soil, she recognised the sound of where they were; dancing leaves in the breeze. She smiled quietly to herself, she was home again. The Forest, at last.

"Are you ready to let her go?" Daddy asked his Kind Little Person.

"Yes Daddy, lets do it now."

They opened the car door and Huma cautiously peeked over the edge of her basket.

Then with an effortless hop on to the edge of the basket, she fluttered up to settle on the  car door. She gave a thankful look to the Kind Little Person and her Daddy, before flying elegantly skyward and coming to rest on the twisted branch of an old Hawthorn Tree. She looked down at the smiling faces below her and decided to say thank you in the only way she knew how. Huma began to sing.

The Sun wasn't going down and there was only the Kind Little Person and her Daddy there to hear her. It didn't matter to Huma, she just had to sing, it had been so long. It was the most pure, the most perfect, the most heartfelt song Huma had ever sung. She stretched out her wings, raised her delicate little head to the sky and sang it for them, she sang it because she was filled with their compassion and she was free.

When she had finished, Huma looked down at their faces and smiled. Below her the Kind Little Person and her Daddy were holding hands and gazing up at Huma, their faces open with awe. They had never felt so happy, they had just heard a song so beautiful their hearts were filled with it. They both carried that song with them for the rest of their lives, spreading the melody of kindness and gratitude to anyone who would hear.

Huma flew home to the Grand Old Oak of the Forest and to her favourite crook in her favourite branch and nestled down to sleep.

That evening, the Sun started to set and Huma started to sing. The animals nearest to the Grand Old Oak stopped what they were doing, it was Huma, she was home!

A whisper, like the wind blew through the Trees, Sky, Soil and Stream. Huma is home, she is singing!

The animals rushed to hear her. What joy! What happiness!


Huma, The Sunset Songbird of the Forest, sang from her favourite old Oak branch till time never ending...




The End




If you would like to use this story of Huma, please get in touch with me.

Thanks,
hen xx

Save Our Woods

Well well well! It's been ages since I've posted on here! What have I been doing? I've been doing a bit of tree planting, a bit of farmin, a bit of starting a campaign to Save Our Woods! *beam!*  :)

What a journey this past month has been. The birth of SOW and it's explosion into the world of the Save Our Forests campaign has been quite a surprise. Karen (@wildelycreative) and I hatched the plan on twitter of all places. Then we got Nick (@wildlives) involved too. We have created a platform where anyone can add their voice to the campaign. Picking information given to us to make into articles to go on the website. We have all sorts of people on the site other than the likes of me, experts in forestry, ecology, landscape, politics, journalism, art, etc!

It's been exhausting, working mostly 18hrs a day on the campaign with no time off (till now)! It's been so worth it, to see it grow.  I wont go into too much detail here right now, as it's all on our SOW website and I'm afraid I'm stealing these few moments to blog before I slip into unconsciousness.

We ended up going to Parliament the other week, to meet with Lords, Baronesses, Ladies, other campaigners & the Labour party. I got a Millihug from Ed Milliband! Teehee!

I have learned so much this past month, about the workings of Parliament, lobbyists, Lords & MP's and I can safely say that it's all inspiring, awesome and a little silly. How on Earth can a species get themselves into such a complicated whizz!

I'll get some pics up of our trip to Westminster & some other bits and bobs soon!

Warm hugs,

hen

x

Two Faces of the Same Life

"For most gulls its not flying that matters, but eating. 

For this gull though it was not eating that mattered, but flight."

Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Today was an up and down sort of a day. My time at the moment is taken up with, amongst other things, finishing my permaculture design for the land and fighting the sale of our state owned woodlands, like The Forest of Dean and The New Forest. Go here to find out more: http://saveourforests.co.uk/

I also have a poorly hen in the yurt by the woodstove, it's Mirabel. I don't think she's going to make it, fingers crossed I'm proved wrong. The vet did an ultrasound on her & we saw her heart beating! Amazing! LIFE! Still didn't find out what's wrong with her though. I'm doing everything I can to care for her.

Hens Meditation Seat

So this afternoon, to the soundtrack of busy birds, I took myself into the woods and to my outdoor meditation seat. 

View from Hens Meditation Seat

The view is spectacular and the bank comfortable. I've often sat here to practice breathing meditation or just to sit.  To me, the power of this spot is very deep. I know if I come and sit here for a bit, I'll let go of any troubles and rationale will be restored... For a bit anyway ; )

Willows' Meditation Seat

As I came out of my meditation I looked up to see Willow meditating in her little spot (on chickens, no doubt!). It made my heart smile to know she'd been there. I love Willow.

Tree Slug

I went for a little wander after my sit and spent some time looking at one of the older Oak trees in the wood. It took me ages to spot him but I found a tree slug  : )

Mouse

It's been raining a lot here the past few days. Sadly, I found this poor little mouse drowned in an upturned bucket.  I don't know what kind of mouse it is, all I know is that it is an exquisite little mouse.

Mouse

Look at those perfect little feet. What a beautiful creation a mouse is. 

Pink wispy clouds frame the Moon

hen xx