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After all the other pages that I have ever built, this one is to be the crown...so far. This page is dedicated to not only my lifestyle, and that which I wish to have in the future, but to what I live and have now, and what the past has left me. The first part of this page is going to be devoted to my dream... "The Ravens-holme", which, for those of you that don't know, is to be the commune; holiday camp; self sufficiency ideal; music and presentation hall; and just generally a place where dreams come true.The theme is all a bit "field of dreams"-ey, in that I am of the firm beleif that "If I build it, they will come" and we will all live happily ever after.This may sound a bit like a fairy tale, but there is still enough magic left in this old world that fairy tales may come true, princes and princesses may spring out of the grass, and for all we know, there could be a "happily ever after" in my dream for you too.This is especially true as I will be opening my doors, and my heart, to a certain group of like minded people who search for the same ideals in life, but are wise enough to realise that dreams are not all dew-drops on thistles, but are quite often hard work. That is the reason why the simple things in life become such pleasures, because when you stop to smell the roses, you will know that those roses grew from the sweat of your brow, the blood of your hands, and the tears of your final dispairation.If you are intersted, simply email me, on the addrss below, and we will see if together our dreams can come true. | ||||||||||||||||
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Somewhere out in the mist of early morning, the smoke from a single chimney streams up through the clear air, as if, in a bid for enlightenment, it could reach the very heavens.In front of the cavernous open fire place lie a few good friends, who, having worked hard, took the time to enjoy life, with the simplest and purest of pleasures. Simple conversation, which occasionally switches to the meaning of life, or the way that the universe turns, without the gravity of the conversation breaking the spirit of the party that mellowly continues.As the sun starts to rise, they are , only now, just drifting towards a lazy slumber, when the smell of a breakfast made of the bounty tended by their own hands, whispers sweet caresses on their nose.A couple drowse, as they hold each other, and yet, even in their half-sleep, the growl of their stomach would seem menacing in a different time and place. Here though, all menace is left at the doorstep, or rather at the edges of their land, boundaried as they are by a couple of hundred acres of bushland. Peace is with them. To the one who sits closest to the fireside, there is nothing sweeter than the smell of an open fire, even as it dies gently, as this fire is wont to do, after a night of sheer joy, even the fire seems tired, as it almost seems to sigh, and it sends up yet another spire of lazy smoke, like a prayer to the heavens. The sounds of nature's finest chorus ring out, and weary, yet happy, the group slowly, and without any set order, rises to enjoy the bounty that is set before them for breakfast. The fruits of their labour, lay among the grains that mother earth has laid on for them.When they finish, they will doze, enjoying the peace that only isolation and good friends can provide, before they meet the afternoon with grace, to start the celebration of life again. If you have ever mused by the edge of an open fire, or dreamed of a better way of life, where harmony with the world doesn't mean that you have to return to the stonoe age, or do without the luxuries that modern life can provide, this is the page, and the people for you. Join the Group, and live the dream, and perhaps, one morning as the sun rises, the scent of life will fill your nostrils, and you too will look around at the others by the fireside, and be thankful to whatever god or goddess you follow, that fate led you to our door. | A Better Way of Life | ||||||||||||||||
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| Public Face Promotions |
Public Face Promotions. Although this page is little about my business, as a part of my life at this moment, it must be included. This little endevour is not intended to make me a fortune, and as such, my services incur a very modest fee. Public Face is a promotions comapnay for Artists, of most shape and form. If there is something that you do, that people will pay to see, own or simply hear, then I will endeavour to find the market for it. The money raised from Public Face Promotions will be going primarily into setting up "The Ravens-Holme" and once it is established, to keeping it running smoothly, and peacefully, without the worrys of where the next rates payment is coming from, or in times of crop failure, where the next meal is coming form. So, if you are an artist, be it musician, painter, poet, writer, lover, or sculpter, if there is a market, I would be happy to have you on my books. And if there is not a market fro what you do, I will be happy just to meet you, so drop me a line anyway! | ||||||||||||||||
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