Making Plans and Following Dreams

Making Plans and Following DreamsOnce a sheep farm deep in the Shropshire / Radnorshire borderlands, ‘HoBB Real’ now has another life: as an oasis of thought, real action and energy renewal.

This is the place to action your plans alongside creative thinkers. We provide the setting and make the opportunities for friends to tackle their own projects and for volunteering in and around the organic gardens.

Our moments usually include making features and special places, Qi Gong meditation, walking, designing ‘dream’ habitats, lifestyle design, wild foraging, understanding perspective and the art of balancing life.

Naturally, during private projects and the personal programmes of friends, the HoBB Project House and Gardens remain ‘reserved’ for the duration. But around this part of the World in Wales, there are many Castles, an annual Victorian Street Fest., the famous Hay-on-Wye literature festival, the Centre for Alternative Technology, National Parks, Portmerion, music weekends, stone carving courses and many Easter, Summer and Autumn Family Activity Holidays.

The HoBB is a meeting place for thoughts and a working place for realising dreams. It has grown a character and atmosphere of its own nestled within its vegetable, herb, and flower gardens, black mountain sheep, mature native trees and living structures all surrounded by the green hills and meeting waters of England and Wales.

We want International friends to benefit from a progressive time here so have a good chat with us first before you set off to visit us.

Welcoming Waves ~~~~~~~~~ <+))))))))>< ~~~ Grant

Precious Earth II (The sequel)

Precious Earth II (The sequel)I had a thought that the crude oil underground may be providing lubrication as the Earth’s Plates move across eachother and that if we extract it all then there will be more friction, greater earthquakes thus more disturbance of the earth’s crust and more volcanos.

I followed up the thought by assuming that the gaps left when we extract crude oil, and natural gas in liquid form, must fill up with water which, though not as good at lubricating, will smooth the plate jolts a bit.

I then cast my thoughts ahead to the time when the gaps ‘below’ were so large after our extractions, that all of the water that had previously been fun to see on the surface, responded to gravity and simply vanished down like any self-respecting liquid.

I looked at the dryness and felt ill. Ill because I contributed to it by ‘being’ a consumer of the ground beneath me – the very foundations that supported my ancestors.

I then did a Google search to locate my nearest ‘New Noah’ spacecraft to take me away from the lack of water but because I had been an accessory to the crime of home planet misuse, a default message page came up, written by the big webmaster, telling me that ticket sales to planet wreckers were forbidden.

As I put my kettle on the dry dust, still no tears appeared. Like all good space travellers, I started to carve a flashy plaque to tell those that followed me that “it was cool whilst it lasted but it failed”.

I think I died without ever knowing anything of any real importance.

At the moment, I’m in limbo. My seed is just dormant – it needs just a touch of ‘precious water’ to start it growing all over again.

If you are reading this, waves or even rain would be OK … just a little, please? ~~~~~~~~~ <+))))))))>< ~~~ Grant