tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post5784310470641274345..comments2023-10-19T03:11:46.484-07:00Comments on Cait O'Connor: The Woodland ExperienceCait O'Connorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04569760764766505179noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-33307374440380000492007-07-13T20:36:00.000-07:002007-07-13T20:36:00.000-07:00All lovely - the music, the pictures and your word...All lovely - the music, the pictures and your words. I also love the woods, but I love the forest too. I live at the edge of a forest and am always aware of it pulsing. I love the many shades of green, from nearly yellow, where the sun comes in, to nearly black a short way in. The forest can be dangerous - people are lost here every year but the lucky ones are rescued. No doubt you were and the primrose were one.Pondsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407539138546412482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-63420152042943208852007-07-13T06:52:00.000-07:002007-07-13T06:52:00.000-07:00So beautifully written. I think you've done your h...So beautifully written. I think you've done your homework well!! <BR/><BR/>I have fond memories of forests and woods from my childhood (haven't seen so much as two trees together for some time now.)<BR/><BR/>I used to live in Cumbria and can remember vividly the bluebells and the wonderfully distinctive smell of wild garlic from the nearby woods. Never thought I'd miss Cumbria, but sometimes I really really do!!<BR/><BR/>By the way (belatedly I know) The Drugs Don't Work is by The Verve. It's a lovely song isn't it.FunkyMunkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417658638855569577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-80154056774423673812007-07-12T04:38:00.000-07:002007-07-12T04:38:00.000-07:00Mmm, there is something mystical about woodlands, ...Mmm, there is something mystical about woodlands, Cait. And as for the peace and quiet...don't get me started (from a rather tired and desperate for quiet Pipany!!!!) xxPipanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04048984447721169350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-64643370696281400002007-07-11T15:18:00.000-07:002007-07-11T15:18:00.000-07:00I love woods, Cait, I love the special smell of a ...I love woods, Cait, I love the special smell of a wood. But sadly there are no trees here. <BR/>I believe you had the experience you wrote about with the primroses and why wouldn't you? 'Tis your Celtic blood a'graidh! xxbradanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11950997156844412011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-36301672792849872402007-07-11T13:58:00.000-07:002007-07-11T13:58:00.000-07:00Wow, I grew up in Sussex so those woodlands are ve...Wow, I grew up in Sussex so those woodlands are very close to me. Now live in Scottish Highlands where they are more forests but some are truly magical places, at times remind me of my many teenage visits to North Wales, I do share your thouhts and have recently looked closer to home and started documenting our local forest in pictures. Whilst they are managed for timber production they still have a serene feel at time, thinks I need to share a few snaps soon.HappySnaperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08653777653106739626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-10848147910490159032007-07-11T12:24:00.000-07:002007-07-11T12:24:00.000-07:00l am a real tree person, since moving north have p...l am a real tree person, since moving north have planted just over 2000 native varieties. was once insulted by a Frenchman who insisted everyone in the parish was odd because we all lived so close to the forest of dean & it had done something to our genes.muddybootshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01117980616235810426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-65116773901140513822007-07-11T10:04:00.000-07:002007-07-11T10:04:00.000-07:00I too am nervous of forests....yet entranced by a ...I too am nervous of forests....yet entranced by a copse or little wood....quite a different energy altogether. We have inherited a 'spinney' which is really a teeny tiny baby wood (size of a postage stamp) but even so I love it - a place where I am sure that bluebells and primroses will come.<BR/>Don't find it remotely surprising that you, of allpeople, had that experience with the primroses.... I don't think you ever forget those rare moments, so precious. Sadly of course I cannot hear the music. <BR/>I love the slants of sunshine with dust motes - a fairy passageway to the world above. And of course a tree is the shaman's entry to the other worlds - up through the branches to the upper world or down through the roots to the world below. Magical, magical.<BR/>jxxxxExmoorjanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09230395732150659356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-87982789448918919612007-07-11T06:25:00.000-07:002007-07-11T06:25:00.000-07:00Love the music Cait, and it goes so well with the ...Love the music Cait, and it goes so well with the pictures and your tale of mystical experience. I sympathise when you say that it is difficult to stay focused on the here and now. I love woods. Our local wood here is carpeted with bluebells and wild garlic in the spring - quite magical - and yes you can almost see the little people.Fenniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377814681496294457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-62939464703075686732007-07-11T05:14:00.000-07:002007-07-11T05:14:00.000-07:00What beautiful photos. I agree, there is a differe...What beautiful photos. I agree, there is a difference between woods and forests. We have a nearby forest, and although it has well cut paths for walkers, I find it silent and a bit intimidating.Elizabethdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02405703727112759947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-69977486949504950552007-07-11T03:21:00.000-07:002007-07-11T03:21:00.000-07:00You ! me! and wood's.You forgot the moss and that ...You ! me! and wood's.<BR/>You forgot the moss and that special fine grass thet grows..<BR/>And forests are definatly creepy there's not enough space between the trees for there energy to flow freely, and if your sensitive you'll pick up on the feeling of claustrophobia .bodran...https://www.blogger.com/profile/11838798193878553386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259513454241506815.post-79662225232021566922007-07-11T01:14:00.000-07:002007-07-11T01:14:00.000-07:00What an inspiration to read this first of all the ...What an inspiration to read this first of all the blogs I shall read today. Being at one with nature is so serene for our soul, you sound as though that experience touched you so deeply, you still have such vivid memories of it today. I'm afraid as I'm rather claustrophibic I prefer to be sat in the middle of a field! However, I loved your description of woodland.<BR/><BR/>Crystal xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com