Marcus Gad – Purify

Purify your body head to toe
Your thoughts inna your mind and slowly make Jah rhythm flow
Nature is the keeper of your body and your soul
Even all of that you’ll never truly own

Brothers sisters watch out what you put in your body
If you are what you eat then think about what you must be
If you still feed yourself upon their industry
They sell the whole world illusion of fertility
Robbing humans, animals and plants of their dignity
To feed the masses but to feed their greed specially
They breed the hybrid and manipulate Jah very seeds
Agro-chemistry is like a war technology
They destroyed all over the Earth the soil microbiology
To bring about a new kind of captivity
Control the food and you control the whole of humanity

Look into infinity, humble before a Tree
And Purify…

Bring a healing to a nation
Give them the seed for plantation
Sovereignty resides in the heart of the land
And what you a go do with the strength inna your hands

The seeds they took away and wiped away all diversity
Testing their madness in the soils of so-called third world countries
To force the people in labor and poverty
Dis a what ya call a modern day slavery
Referenced mostly hybrids in them legal catalog

Made all ancient seeds illegal like any drug
So you must buy their machines and their chemicals
And produce all the food according to their laws.

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Big Grasshopper

Big Grasshopper

On the baby apple tree,

I wonder what you’re thinking

While you calmly look at me.

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Photographs by Ralf Kunze and Cocoparisienne of Pixabay

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Plant trees, Save the beavers and Prevent flooding! PETITION

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THE PETITION STATES:

Britain has been struck by a succession of Atlantic storms accompanied by very heavy rain. In early December Storm Desmond saw 5,000 people flooded out of their homes in Carlisle in spite of £38 million of flood defences recently installed by the Environment Agency. More recently, Storm Frank has caused similar havoc in the Southwest, Lancashire, Yorkshire, the Scottish borders and Northern Ireland.

We demand that a major national tree planting effort is implemented, to build our national resilience to future flood events, and that the shooting of beavers is halted immediately!

The key to reducing the risk of more floods is to realise that conventional ‘flood defence’ can never provide security against the ever more extreme weather events that global warming will bring. The storm waters must be held back into the moors, bogs, fields and headwaters, so that they are given the chance to replenish soils and aquifers, and are released only slowly into the main streams and rivers.

We need more trees: it’s no secret that just having trees in the landscape helps rainwater to infiltrate into soils.

Sign the petition for tree planting to prevent floods!

Next, beavers: trees are food for beavers, and beavers use them to build their dams. And that’s absolutely key to restoring landscapes and making them water retentive. We should select water–loving tree species that are palatable to beavers — like poplars, willows, sallows and alders — and establish them along watercourses, ditches, streams, ponds and eroded upland gullies.

Sign the petition for beaver–friendly tree planting, to encourage the return of beavers across the UK!

Unfortunately, beavers are actually being shot in Scotland. Scotland needs its beavers as much as England does – and for exactly the same reasons.

Sign the petition to stop beavers being killed in Scotland!

By:  Oliver Tickell

Editor of The Ecologist

To:  DEFRA

The Clock Ticks

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Every day the clock ticks on,

Around us the moon, while we round the sun.

First Winter then Spring then Summer then Fall,

Through all time ticks on, disregarding us all.

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Machines and gadgets that progress has brought

Fill homes and lives and contaminate thought.

It’s not progress for the Earth, our Mother,

Miraculous Nature whose gifts we plunder.

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But She is resilient and could be returned

To Her former glory if lessons are learned.

If we could tread lightly, be gentle and kind,

The damage we’ve done might reverse and rewind.

Babs goes nuts!

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Here’s some we did yesterday:

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First preheat your oven to 200°C if it’s a fan oven (higher if not), or 400°F or gas mark 6.

Then rinse the chestnuts, trim off the stem, and cut a cross in the outer skin.  If you don’t slit the skin they will explode in the oven.

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Get a grown-up to help you with this because it’s quite fiddly and needs a sharp knife.  We don’t want any fingers getting sliced!

When you’ve done that you can put your nuts on a baking tray or dish …

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We only collected a few yesterday because we’d never tried them before and didn’t want to waste too many if we didn’t like them.  Of course you may deduce now that we did like them!

Bung them in the oven and roast them until the skin peels open which should take around half an hour.

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While they are warm, peel off the outer brown skin and the inner paler skin …

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And you’ll be left with a beautiful, soft, creamy-coloured nut which is absolutely delicious:

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Yum!

Happy foraging love Babs

I’ve got a bamboo toothbrush

 

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I’ve got a bamboo toothbrush,

It’s the best one you can own.

It’s not as good as mine though,

Mine is red and yours is brown

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Yours is red because it’s plastic,

You know plastic isn’t good.

It is good coz it’s shiny.

Yours is dull, it’s made of wood.

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Toothbrushes by the millions

Are thrown away each year, 

And because they don’t rot naturally,

Lifetimes later they’re still here.

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Well at least my plastic toothbrush

Won’t make forests get the chop.

Your wood one’s killing all the trees,

You shouldn’t kill trees, so stop!

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No, bamboo is not like other trees, 

Because it grows so fast.

They’re always planting new ones

So their supply will always last.

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And when my toothbrush is old and useless,

When I have to throw it out,

The natural fibre it’s made from

Will safely, quickly rot.

 Would you like a bamboo toothbrush?

Look here

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and here

and here

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Or maybe they sell them at your local health food store? 🙂

Come rhyme with me

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First these little gems by the lovely Barry Wax:

“You will eat anything,” said the cow to the Billy Goat.
“Not at all,” the goat burped with the flavor of the shoe on his lips.
The cow munched on the cud and thought the remark over.
“I am not sure who is worse in habits, you or the pig?”
The pig looked up offended. “I admit I eat slop but the goat will eat the buttons off a coat and then the coat.”
“I have you all beat said the human. I will eat the goat, the cow and the pig.”
The three nodded in fear for they realized the human was the worse and hoped he would not pick one of them for dinner.
Fortunately goosey came by and within seconds became the bon appetite for the night.

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The vegetable from outer space never eat meat.

And so the human race was not the dish it meant to eat.

The vegetable from outer space was reddish in color,

It had seven eyes, four ears and a dozen tiny, tiny feet.

The vegetable from space had blood the color of blue,

It breathed oxygen and gave out CO2 and in the air flew.

The vegetable from space had a high IQ and came for peace,

It landed in the city and a homeless man fined him and did eat.

No more vegetable from outer space, no more savior of mankind,

For the homeless man the vegetable from outer space was food and there was no meal line.

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What is an olive?

It is a fruit from an evergreen tree.

It has yellow flowers.

It makes olive oil.

There are green olives and black olives.

It has the good fat.

It fights heart disease.

I like it in my salad.

I like it on my pizza.

Olives are great.

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The pair of pears were juicy.

The melon ripe and moist.

The watermelon was sweet.

With the fruit we rejoice.

The energy flowed through us,

It was vital and strong.

We harmed nothing in this post,

We are like the earth reborn.

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A salad is on my mind.

Crispy lettuce of any kind.

Cucumber sliced and scattered around.

A few placed olives to be found.

A celery stalk on both sides.

A cream sauce moving like the tides.

A slice of pickle.

To make my mouth tickle.

My taste buds tingle and wait,

Got to eat that salad, it looks first rate.

Thanks Barry 🙂

And this next poem, about the joy of the world around us and our connection to it,

was written by Tokoni Uti who also wanted to join in.

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We are eating  from the womb of the earth.
We  are celebrating the patriots of birth.
We are dancing in her familiar rain.
And harvesting herbs for the healing of pain
The wrath of the sun kisses our shoulders.
And the caresses of the wind are getting bolder. 
The whispers of the wind cries in our ears.
The call of the sea embraces our fear.

Thanks for your contribution Tokoni 🙂

Wild Flower Appreciation with Babs

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Why don’t you see what types of wild flowers are in your area?

It would help if you had a field guide like this one, which you could probably borrow from  your local library or, if you're lucky, you might be able to get one cheap at a charity shop.

It would help if you had a field guide like this one, which you could probably borrow from your local library or, if you’re lucky, you might be able to get one cheap at a charity shop.

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Pictures by Miranda, Words by Violet 🙂

Love the Little House Books

Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder

I love Little House on the Prairie

And all the subsequent books.

I love Laura and Carrie and Mary,

Ma and Pa with his twinkly-eyed looks.

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I love the descriptions of nature,

And how they lived back then,

Of them running barefoot in the summer,

And drying wild plums in the sun.

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Self-sufficient and resourceful,

Ma and Pa knew how to get by;

From building a house and digging a well,

To using pumpkins to make apple pie.

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As I read these books again and again,

I’m inspired to make, grow and sew,

To tell the time by position of sun,

And live by the seasons you know.

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I imagine a vegan version

Of this hard but rewarding life,

Living with full appreciation

Of the Earth’s full spectrum of life.

Look what I’ve found!

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Remember when we had a go at growing our own apple trees from seed? (They’re still going strong  by the way).  Well, I’ve just come across this brilliant site which shows you, step by step, how to grow all sorts of different trees from seeds you’ve collected yourself!

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I can’t wait to have a go!

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It just makes you want to plant stuff!

Stop trying to patent the fennel flower!

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Nigella sativa — more commonly known as fennel flower — has been used as a cure-all remedy for over a thousand years. It treats everything from vomiting to fevers to skin diseases, and has been widely available in impoverished communities across the Middle East and Asia.

But now Nestlé is claiming to own it, and filing patent claims around the world to try and take control over the natural cure of the fennel flower and turn it into a costly private drug.

They must be stopped!

Tell Nestle to stop trying to patent a natural cure!

Walnut Counting Rhyme

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Up and down the walnut tree,

The squirrels run,

Just for fun,

Collecting nuts for free.

1, 2, 3.

The 4th they drop for me.

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From branch to walnut branch,

The squirrels jump,

Without a bump,

Collecting nuts for free.

5, 6, 7.

The eighth they drop for me.

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Round and round for walnuts bound,

The squirrels dance,

They skip and prance,

Collecting nuts for free.

9, 10, 11.

The 12th they drop for me.

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Squirrels full of energy,

Go from tree to walnut tree,

Collecting nuts for free,

And dropping them for me.

When they have 30

How many will there be for me?

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Did you know that squirrels communicate with each other through various vocalisations and scent marking. They also use their tails as a signalling device, twitching it when uneasy to alert other squirrels of potential danger.  I have seen this and it’s fascinating to watch.

For more interesting facts about squirrels pop over here

Save the Bees!

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Save the Bees!

Bees don’t just make honey, they are vital to life on earth, every year pollinating 90% of plants and crops and without immediate action, many of our favourite fruits, vegetables, and nuts could vanish from our shelves.

Recent years have seen a massive decline in bee populations around the world and some bee species are already extinct! A key EU agency is saying that toxic pesticides called neonicotinoids could be responsible for the bee deaths. The EU has banned three of these bee-killers, but giant chemical producers like Bayer and Syngenta continue to export their poison across the world.

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Let’s get people power to counter the powerful pesticide lobby and save bees from extinction. Please sign the urgent petition to leaders around the world, and then share it as wide as you can.

Thank you 😉

Onwards and Upwards!

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The rain is falling fast and wet,

I haven’t been outside as yet,

But still I’m sure, and look with awe,

The year has started well.

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Positive minds that focus together

On positive ends whatever the weather,

Can only go forwards and onwards and upwards

As vegan numbers swell.

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Happy New Year!!!!

Goose

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Written by Cheryl Bernstein (Gauteng, South Africa)

It was a hot summer Sunday and my husband and I decided to take our two grandchildren with their bicycles for a ride around our local lake.  Of course, a visit to the lake wouldn’t be the same without taking brown bread and feeding the multitude of ducks and geese that inhabit the lake and its island. There are probably around 200 geese and ducks at the lake. They are all hungry, surviving only on the grass that surrounds the lake.

My two grandchildren, armed with their packets of bread, began feeding the geese and were soon overwhelmed as the birds left the water and surrounded them, squaking and grabbing bread out their hands. Then, in the midst of all the noise, feathers, ducks and geese swimming about, swam a tiny, yellow gosling.

He could not have been more than two days old. He was desperate for something to eat and tried to grab a crumb or two of bread from the water, but the adult geese would have none of it. They pecked his tiny head and some even tried to push his head underwater. He tried to get away and climbed out onto a rock. I walked down to the water’s edge and grabbed him. Immediately, he put his tired little head onto my shoulder and closed his baby eyes. He was exhausted.  I felt his crop and it was empty. His tiny body was just skin, bone and fluffy down. This baby was starving.

My husband, the children and I decided to walk around the lake and look for other families of geese who had goslings to which this baby may belong. We walked and searched in the reeds for about an hour, eventually realizing this baby was abandoned and alone. We decided to take him home and raise him.  I made a gruel of finely grated carrots, carrot tops, celery tops, mashed duck pellets, crushed fresh corn and water, but the gosling didn’t recognize this as food and would only eat tiny crumbs of bread. This isn’t a balanced diet for a water bird.

I had done some years of bird rehabilitation in the past and I knew how to tube feed a bird, so I found the bird hand rearing mixture and tubed him. I then put him in a basket with a hot pad, and he fell asleep, cuddled on top of a fluffy toy I had given him for comfort.

The days passed in a blur of feeding, talking to and raising Goose. I sat with him for hours talking to him and pointing out juicy patches of grass to him. Goose grew big and strong, started eating on his own and his fluffy down was soon replaced with magnificent white feathers. His voice grew from a squeak to a squak and I watched with pride, as he developed into a beautiful bird. The intention was always to release him back onto the lake.

He had imprinted on me and would not let me out of his sight. When I was doing chores in the house, there was Goose — often lying down on the carpet and falling asleep until I was finished.

He followed me into the bathroom and when I showered he showered too with the little droplets of water that landed on his feathers.  He discovered TV and watched with his head to the side. When he got bored, he waddled outside to the pond where he declared his total ownership of the water and would not allow the other ducks to use it. He was very grumpy when he couldn’t get into the house and be with me, and would squak loudly and jabber in a grumpy goose voice till I came out again.

He loved his food and when I brought out his dish, he ran up and down the garden, wings out, screaming with delight. He particularly loved watermelon, and he got a quarter every day. At night, he would sleep outside against my glass bedroom door, chipping to me all night, just letting me know he was there. But come morning he would tap at the glass to be let in.

Decision day came about Goose’s future. I visited the lake again and was really sad to see hardly any geese or ducks on the lake. They had almost all been culled. There was a sinking pit in my stomach knowing that Goose could have been killed in that cull too. Releasing him back onto the lake would spell certain death for him in many ways, mainly being that he would likely be caught up in the next year’s cull. Besides, he was used to being fed a good diet regularly, and didn’t live mainly off grass. He wouldn’t be able to find food for himself.

He was a happy bird, strong and lively, and had the run of a very big garden and pond. But something was missing from his life – and that was companionship. So one night my husband brought home a big cardboard box and inside was the answer to our prayers. A big, beautiful grey female goose. At first Goose showed no interest, nipping her and chasing her. But she was persistent and followed him everywhere, and she eventually won him over with her charm.

Today, Goose is a happy and healthy goose, king of the garden and his duck herd which consists of his lady goose and two ducks,  who follow him around. He knows his feeding times and calls me loudly if I am a minute late with his food. He still comes into the house and plods after me, he sleeps as near as he can to me at night, on the step of my glass bedroom door, and chirps to me. He is probably bigger than most geese due to a balanced diet and regular food.

I visited the lake again on the weekend, and there are hardly any geese on the lake. As much as I would have liked to see Goose on a lake with his own kind, he is loved and cared for in my garden — and much more than that, he is safe.

He will live out a long and fulfilled life, with no threat to his life, ever.

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Read more: http://www.care2.com/causes/starving-baby-goose-falls-in-love-with-his-rescuer.html#ixzz2mosrMlJA

Please Please Please

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Please please please let me take my ease,

Let me ride on your back for a while.

My legs are short and not as strong as yours,

I’ve been walking for more than a mile.

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I’ll just climb on and I won’t take long

Try to stand still here for a minute.

I really appreciate you helping me out

And I promise not to fidget.

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Thank you thank you thank you Mum

This ride is good and comfy.

I can see from your reflection though,

That you enjoy it as much as me!