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- peter is a 51 year old single guy from Maidstone, England, UK.
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- Member since Oct 17, 2006
If you seek some well-heeled and materialistic person please look else where.
If for that matter you seek someone who is spiritual, non materialistic, Look
no further. I walk a deeply spiritual path, though I do not adhere to any major or minor religion.
I am a real man not the macho type. And have been called dangerously
intellectual, an amazing man, a great bear of a man and just delicious.
I do not seek a mix of soul mate, lover, friend and companion etc.
This is a very rare thing and one is lucky to find it.
If you seek this mix then please look elsewhere but I fear you may never find.
I enjoy so much in this life.
From reading the works of Rumi and Tagore to eating dark chocolate and making bread.
This is only a small reflection of me to know me more why not get in contact.
Let's see if we walk the same path together.
Peace love and light.x.x.
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I have what is know as a natural name it is `Walks at dawn' and most days I live up to it.
So awake before the sun had arisen a bowl of porridge and a mug of tea, and I was ready for the off.
As I stepped out in t the world dawn was just starting and along the road I walked. All was quiet excepting for the dawn chorus.
So along roads then country lanes over a stile into woods as I reached the woods the sun was up setting the aglow with the early morning light that is a pale orange and casting long shadows that would short and then lengthen again as the day progresses.
So over the stile into a sea of blue and the sweet delicate smell of hyacinth, for all around e are bluebell woods and the blue bell is a hyacinth and thankfully the scent is not as powerful.
And going off the path to cut through the woods was so very good I collected some birch bark to use at some point as tinder but I trod so or tried to so very quietly.
In the middle distance rabbits hopped away into their burys and above blackbirds sang their songs interspersed with the cooing of doves and the calls of wood pigeons. These woods are such a delight in the early part of the day.
As I moved along towards the greensand ridge there among the bluebells two `bee orchids' a rare and beautiful sight and all around Foxglove leaf rosettes. Soon these will send a spike up and flower when the bluebells die back. nearing the ridge now and the bluebells make way for something far different Ramsons, these are very nice if you love the taste of either garlic or onion.
The woods here are white with then almost like pungent snow, and they do make a fine addition to a salad the have a taste the crosses between garlic and onion I picked three flower heads for that is all that is needed well one would do but took a couple for the aged P.
A few early morning dog walkers passed by we exchanged greetings and entering some clear ground I swung right to the deer fence and stood a while to watch the deer in the grounds of a local manor house. On the ground crows picked at small beasties and off in the distance the hammering of a woodpecker.
What joy to watch the deer at this early hour when most people are just coming round from the nights rest.
I bid farewell to the deer and went on my way past some very ancient hornbeams these trees are big very big. And the emotions it stirred up at their great age.
I wonder what they have seen over the years the way the landscape has changed the seasons and years passing. We are not long here around 80 summers.
These great trees nigh on a 1000 I recon.
It brought a tear to my eye as I said these trees stirred up emotions.
Passing through this little piece of narrow woodland I found my self in orchards trees all a blossom and the view over the weald timeless a slight early morning mist hung in the deeps and above a powder blue sky.
The hawthorn is now in blossom so the may is out these flowers have a delicate almond taste and when the haws come out later in the year some hawthorn jelly will be made.
And all around the bobbing of little white tails of rabbits.
I pass two farm workers discussing the blossoms and the hopes of a good harvest in the autumn. And the slowly the need for a brew started so looked for a place to sit a while unpack the camp stove and brewed up I wilted a few nettles over the flames well the young short and nice very nice. In short today I had an impromptu salad and from some long nettles I have the fibres to make a little string an experiment of sorts.
But the morning wore on and it was time to head for home. Passing many of the houses in a village I was struck by the names telling of the dreams and fancies of the owners.
For there are no rivendells in built up areas. I passed a sad sight for on the edge of the road a Badger had been hit by a car a victim of the thing about the lack of time we have now I feel.
It was a wonderful walk and not one for pounding out the miles just one of strolling and seeing what is out there. For many walk In the country side but see nothing.
It would be nice however to share it with someone in real time.
Well I arrived home put the kettle on and brewed up unpacked and felt really very good at last I have got out lol.
Blessings to all on this fine, fine day.
Blessed be , peter XXXXX
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