Once upon a time there was a wonderful forest where every tree was not just a plant, but a living being. The trees themselves could not move, but offered their canopy as a home for the birds that flew among them. Mushrooms and fruits of every color were born among their roots and many animals found not only refuge, but an opportunity to have fun and play with each other. The men who visited this forest not only marveled, but considered the forest as a sacred place and respected the plants and all the beings that lived in it as divine creatures.
However, a black prince also had his home in this forest. He was an envious wizard and hated all light and color. He didn't like the joy of the woods, on the contrary, it really bothered him. And above all he was jealous of the respect that was expressed by men towards the plants of the wood and not towards him. The wizard cast a spell that made all faces and colors disappear and the woods became gray and shady.
For centuries the forest remained like this, an oak was only more of an oak, an ash an ash, there was no longer any trace of the wonderful life it once was. And the men avoided stopping in the dark of the woods, only a few criminals looking for a refuge hid in its gray shadow. The forest closed in more and more and finally became an impenetrable enemy of man, considered almost a dead and evil place.
One day, by chance, a fairy arrived from afar, from the world of light, with a group of elves – seeing the black and dead forest, she had compassion and wanted to wake him up. With the strength of her love she summoned a star from the sky that descended among the trees and transformed itself on earth into a marvelous pinwheel. Dancing around the luminous pinwheel, the fairy and the elves managed to awaken the soul of the forest and thus not only the faces and the joy of the plants returned, but also the respect of men for the value of life in the forest ...
Take back life,
Relive fractions of emotions, memories, sometimes bursts of laughter.
Living, here and today.
With a different awareness;
get up in the morning,
and teach me how to find colors on a gray foggy day,
where you can hardly see in the palm of your nose and often grope in uncertainties.
Life gave me and it took me away.
I have found new joys and a thousand anguishes.
I'm still standing, dancing a dance that is not yet known:
It's the dance of living.
Listen to the flowers, the plants, the wind that escapes everything.
Tranquility is out of drama and only we build it.
Dark limbo and buds of joy.
Mutant skies.
Seagulls.
Playing life with your hands.
Let's go.
The veil must be broken to see.
No direction is written on the walls,
not even a name carved on the asphalt.
Those who have flown elsewhere laugh:
Why do you wait for the last minute to redeem yourself?
The sun comes every day,
every light is ready,
But you turn your back and say:
"No, there is still time."
Yet the hours are marked,
The fronts are marked with sacred chrism;
why are you waiting for the last moment?
The path is all green
every blade of grass has had its life,
billions of saddles in our hearts,
that beat fast asking for the grace to be directed towards a better world.
So, what are we waiting for?
Our gift is this, to love always, to love everyone, animals and people, plants and creatures all.
We listen to the hiss of the wind and light our candles;
He is with us, he brings together the leaves and the flowers to make us strong trees,
which never bend.
The current houses are very large and with many. How much energy is needed to heat and illuminate them. Humans have created shelters that absorb a lot of energy. Sometimes in such large houses we find people, so why live in so much space and say we are ecologists or vegans or animal rights if we then use a lot of energy for our lives? The energy that we use to heat our homes, to light up and to cook is the same energy that pollutes the environment. I believe few of you have solar or photovoltaic panels in your homes. So gas or methane, light or electricity for your used appliances and for the kitchen.
I haven't ironed for 15 years and yet I dress normally, fold the laundry, dry it in the garage or cellar in winter, and in the sun in the garden in summer. I only sew with needle and thread, I don't use a cutting machine. I only cook once a day and in the summer I don't cook every day. I put the kitchen waste in the compost and become fertilizer for the plants in the garden. This winter I wanted to create a small greenhouse in the garage. Since I don't have any cars in the garage, I thought I'd fill some drums, recycled, with the earth and plant beans and potatoes. Why don't you do it too? We often have unused space and can grow simple things like legumes and potatoes.
Legumes can be stored for a long time, even years, and do not need brine or anything else to preserve them but only tightly closed cloth bags. So you can keep them as supplies and they are a food that is very good for your health.
Guerrilla Gardening is a group open to all, a group of green enthusiasts who have decided to positively interact with the urban space through small demonstrative acts, what we call green "attacks". Guerrilla Gardening actively opposes urban decay by acting against the neglect of green areas. The main activity of the group is to remodel and embellish, with plants and flowers, the flower beds and the abandoned or forgotten areas of the city. The movement was born in Italy in 2006 thanks to a group of young Milanese, founders of the group, who still follow and advise independent groups all over the world.
The city population responds well, some gardening companies help us with advice and giving us pro-cause plants and materials, others just applaud and appreciate our actions. Every day new "guerrillas" are added to our cause, to transform and re-appropriate the sterile and impersonal common spaces of the citizens. New groups are springing up in all the big cities. You too can become a Guerrilla-Gardener: document an attack and send us photos, you will be reported on our website!
Redevelop, beautify and bring color and plant life through plants and flowers in abandoned corners of the city with an unauthorized gardening activity. This is what is meant by guerrilla gardening. Unauthorized gardening attacks that, on publicly owned and privately owned but abandoned land, bring beauty and improvement to the environment.
In practice, the green guerrillas "appropriate" in the name of the community of abandoned public spaces, mortified by concrete and neglect to bring color, embellishment and decoration where it is missing. A phenomenon different from that of urban gardens that is practiced by people and for very different reasons, especially by environmental groups that refer to permaculture theories or to problems concerning land rights. Generally, groups of environmentalists take care of it and select the areas to be cultivated, also reflecting on the right to occupy and exploit the land.
In any case, it is a question, from the individual to the organized group, of non-violent protests that aim to recover the abandoned areas of the cities by planting and sowing shrubs, plants and flowers as in a real war complete with bombs - of seeds, however. And in fact, the various movements on their sites and social profiles explain how to make seed bombs or how to make sure that the chosen place is not risky both for the cultivation and for the "legality" of the action.
Guerrilla gardening persists whenever groups or individuals "secretly" plant fruit trees, or other perennial edible plants, or even simple flowers in parks, along cycle paths.
This form of gardening warfare carries behind the experience of Liz Christy, a young American citizen who in 1973, between the Bowery and Houston Street neighborhoods in New York, gave birth to a garden on an urban plot of land in state of abandonment. Today, that garden is still there: it is called Liz's Christy Community Garden and it is a lush and public space.
One of the best-known books is the book entitled Guerrilla Gardening published in 1983 by John F. Adams, which aimed to encourage gardeners to grow naturally occurring plant varieties instead of hybrid ones resulting from the artificial selection of companies. of seeds. Another book is that of Barbare Pallenberg, also entitled “Guerrilla Gardening”, who taught how to build a garden on a small budget.
Today I went to the nursery and bought four seedlings: an orchid, an ivy, a calathea and a begonia. Begonia is already half-dying because it has been mistreated during the journey. It is a bit bruised and bent to the right and so now to make it stand straight I have stuck a crutch in the ground. The calathea is not having peace because, although it has been in my hands for three hours, it has already undergone numerous transfers: after staying ten minutes on the dresser in my room, it has walked countless times the corridor that leads from the bathroom to the kitchen and from the kitchen to the bath. I still haven’t figured out where it looks best. The ivy and the orchid, for now, are having a quiet life.Yesterday I was watering some plants When I got to basil Not before, not after, but especially during watering I could smell that fragrance of basil, so intense It was a great feeling If we want to be a little more metaphysical, we could say that basil, thanking us for the water we give it, gives us this wonderful scentI bought the liquid chlorophyll drops (as I am not easily influenced) I literally toured 3 pharmacies and 2 herbalists for these blessed drops and in the end, after drinking chlorophyll on the first day, I stopped drinking it because it tasted like grass (but I already knew it before I bought it). I would like to start drinking it regularly because part of me hopes to turn green like Shrek and move to a little house away from everyonePeople, relationships are like flowers and plants. They need a lot of attention: the light, the vase, the temperature, the habitat, the watering, all different depending on the flower you are talking about. And so do the people. We cannot expect to water an orchid every day because it would rot and die, just as we cannot expect to keep a plant in the sun that does not need direct light, a tropical flower in the cold or a winter plant in the heat. And instead we usually think that plants and flowers are all the same, we water them when we remember it, we keep them where they best adorn our home and then if they die we don’t even recognize that we haven’t been able to understand them well. A person needs the right attention, not what we believe is right for all people, but exactly what he or she needs.People are like plants. Some are alike, others are completely different. Some have flowers, and they are beautiful just to look at, others have fruits that give nourishment, and still others have thorns … And they hurt. Some plants if you water them once no longer need water for some time, and indeed, if they have too much, they die. Other plants, on the other hand, need constant care and lots of water. Plants die in the dark. In the light they find life. And people too. Oh well I don’t have a green thumb and people don’t know about me.To become a plant, the seed needs two things: the right soil and who takes care of it. Love, hate, anger, serenity, friendship and all our feelings are born in the garden of our heart and sometimes on the border of another person. If they only grow inside of us, we are the ones who have to cut the roots that seem harmful to us. If, on the other hand, the roots grow on two neighboring lands, there are two people who must take care of them. If one of the two cuts the roots, the plant can no longer feed and over time slowly and painfully dies. If no one takes care of it, the tree does not grow and dies. If one of the two looks for a way to make it grow, he will never succeed because only one part of the tree feeds and the other does not and therefore it is better to uproot it even if in that way the tree of pain will first sprout while on the other side it will grow. faster the tree of indifference or joy for having freed itself of a burden. It is not up to us to decide which seeds to plant but which seeds to ripen
The Sanfratellano dei Nebrodi horse (or San Fratello breed) is an Italian breed originally from the Messina area. Majestic and rustic, docile and proud, the Sanfratellano horse has been the undisputed master of the Nebrodi mountains for centuries.
The ancient Greeks called this area “the land of roe deer”, and it is precisely from “nebros”, roe deer, that the name of the park was born. The Nebrodi Park, which with more than 80 thousand hectares of surface, is the largest protected natural area on the island, represents a breathtaking spectacle of unspoiled nature. Through its paths and paths there are different types of vegetation to discover and a rich and complex wildlife community.An ideal place to indulge in a dream trekking during your Sicilian holidays. Formed by the rushing waters of the San Basilio stream, at a height difference of 30 meters carved by time, the waterfall is located in the territory of Galati di Mamertino in an area full of charm that offers numerous ideas for pleasant walks.A small corner where you can also relax by offering a prayer to the Madonna present in the icon placed by the citizens of Caronia Montagna to consecrate the wood to the Lady of Nature.
This is the icon of the Madonna present in the green area.Lake Maulazzo is a suggestive artificial reservoir of about 5 hectares on the north-eastern slopes of Monte Soro, the highest peak of the Nebrodi. The path leading to the lake proceeds through hidden and unusual paths. You can admire streams of clear water, small mammals, diurnal birds of prey, griffins and, with a little luck, even the golden eagle. There is no shortage of plants, flowers and mushrooms typical of the undergrowth. Lake Maulazzo is an important lake environment: although it was born as an artificial lake, over time it has naturalized, offering shelter to many animal and plant species.The Sicilian Black pig, also called Nero dei Nebrodi, Nero delle Madonie or Nero dell Etna is a native breed with very ancient origins. It is a very fine breed with a strong and highly recognizable meat flavor. Sicilian black pigs are raised in the wild and semi-wild state in the wooded areas of the island, free to feed according to nature, guaranteeing the goodness of their meat thanks to proper nutrition consisting mainly of acorns and chestnuts.It is enclosed between the borders of Randazzo and Tortorici. It is a natural alpine lake and is the highest in Sicily (1435 m asl). Its waters besides quenching the thirst of numerous herds, attract numerous avian species, including gray herons, coots, moorhens and mallards.If you are looking for adventure in contact with nature, if you are attracted by the unknown or if you (simply) like walking, you cannot miss this Sicilian stop, to be added immediately to your “to do list”, that is to the list of 1000 things to do on the weekend. The next one, for example.Birdwatching of Nebrodi griffins. From the educational laboratory “La Tana delle Idee” you can watch the griffons thanks to dioramas and cameras present in the nesting sites of the Griffons. These large birds with their wingspan of over three meters, can travel hundreds of kilometers in one day.Three pairs of golden eagles live in the area of the Nebrodi Park and one of these, the one that lives in the stupendous landscape of the fortresses of the Crasto di Alcara li Fusi, is linked to a singular and fascinating legend. It is said, in fact, that a hermit, San Nicola Politi, who lived in a cave among these inaccessible mountains had established an exceptional relationship with the Golden Eagle and every day provided for his sustenance receiving the blessing of the sacred man. This tradition finds testimony in the paintings that can be observed in the town of Alcara li Fusi and the relationship of affection of the locals towards their eagle is still alive and testified by the good health of this couple, which is among the most fruitful and productive of the whole Sicily.
Is it the blood that makes us the same? Does the blood relate to us? Do mother cells bind us or separate us? The ways out of a parasitic heart. The windows of the soul become opaque and without curtains. What does our existence prove if the value is given by fake smiles? The dark side of our biology. The pain of collapse. The taste of the night. The noise of an affection built from the unknown past. It was dawn when my heart stopped beating. nd a defibrillator did not and did not serve life. I was sorry to leave this planet. But I had become different. I had become a lonely man. Plants and birds kept me company. But I no longer had my mother Earth. no longer saw a grain of sand in my shoes. I was not honest with anyone. They asked me how I was and I always nodded. We who are love. We who are hate . We who are all things together , The worst and the best. We who are on the razor’s edge that does not cut. Which remains suspended above the sun. We who are good people. We are screwed by ourselves. We are not different and finite in infinite worlds. We are weird things stuck. We are the good and the bad. We are forgotten fibers. We ended up being divided. Seeds fall into the ground and do not grow. Seeds fall into rocks and grow. We are rocks that receive water and do not serode. We must always be alert to defend the world. nd spread our wings without anyone seeing them. We are Alpha and Omega without eyes. ( FAIRY QUEEN)
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