Frogwood Community Arts Project
Artists and Art Lovers: Join Us!
Local and visiting artists, including musicians, visual artists,
performance artists, etc. are invited to participate in our dream of building the Frogwood Lodge Community Arts Program.
Community Art Projects in Action
We are working on filling Frogwood with art both inside the buildings and in select forest spots. We hope to host art openings and shows on our many walls. We are available to host musical concerts, vaudeville acts, and performances of many kinds. Our large meeting space is available for rental for performances and creative gatherings. We are open to hosting benefit concerts for worthy causes.
We are interested in hearing from interested artists
and incorporating your art and your ideas into
Frogwood's already stunning natural setting.
Please contact us at arts@frogwood.org
if you are interested in the Frogwood Lodge
Community Arts Program.
Harmonic Concordance
By Carey Thompson 2003, oil paint on canvass
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Frogwood Poetry Corner
A Return Call
by Delvin Elvin Soul-kin Son, Elphinstone, B.C.
the dreaming universe
expressing itself in a chorus of frogs
singing their magic across the ponds
like a thousand ecologies of light
the eruption of being
explosions of life
forested croaks
songs of beauty in a dying world
(a return call)
immaculate recurso
the sound of humans returning to the forest
ecological awareness
revitalized relationships with the Way
frog tribe
voice of the planet
invoking the healing
mycoremediation
advancing the notations
strategik approaches
to curing the complex
revitalizing metaphors
and engaging our responsibility
as gaian citizens :
empowering our Work in the world
as a spiritual practice
- phrog
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Listen! A frog
Leaping into the stillness,
Of an ancient pond
Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694)
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Old Growth Manifesto
Written at Frogwood, Thanksgiving 2002
By Eve Bradford
They rise in their ancient vertical paths all around me, filtering the breaking day so it falls softer onto our more recent less vertical ways.
This is the world we live in.
The same world that pleads for healing in the voice of the hungriest child.
The same world that shines hot pink in the plastic light of commerce.
The same world that eats itself with waste.
The same world that holds creatures that have never laid eyes on a human form.
The same world that has nothing better to do than grow many pointed crystals
out of its own sacred overflow.
There is only one world.
I offer gratitude to that singularity and to the sharing of space and light and abundance that it demands.
I am ready for the world’s demands.
I accept these bountiful gifts that surround me and I accept the responsibility to those gifts that holding them in my arms creates.
I am ready for the world’s abundance.
I stand with my feet planted in ancient soil inside the realm of the worlds oldest guardians and I open my own strong arms to the possibility of enough, to the possibility of completion, knowing it will only be the hand carved arch of this whole life that takes me there.
We accept the heavy load and the tired arms that follow. We pledge to put one foot in front of the other and to drink plenty of water. We are ready for the blessings that defy common understanding of supply and demand. We demand nothing but our own continued unfolding.
We are preparing for the work of our lives.
We shape it as we ourselves are shaped.
We hold it as we ourselves are held.
We are ready for the synthesis of
growth and rot
focus and release
mastery and mystery
what has always been known and what will never be known.
And we rest our cheeks on the earth in recognition of our place at the table of plenty.
Of the teachers who have signed their names across our young lives and of the teachers who we catch glimpses of behind the trees.
Recognition of our strong limbs and the boundless mystery of our healthy bodies. Gratitude that in the face of all that this world is, the path of interdependent autonomy lies open at our feet.
That though we walk this path alone, we walk it alone together.
Eyes focused on the light shining from within.
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The Vision of My Conscious Decision
By Seabrook Leaf - Fall 2003
The time has come to re-create
As we take control of our own fate
We can clearly see what is comin’ down
In the global village it can be found
Participation across all nations
At every galactivation station
It’s up to us to get the act together
We be bracin’ for the big stormy weather
I don’t put out the mean shit on Earth
But it ‘s still my job to help the rebirth
Of this new revolution evolution solution
From the bottom to the top, it ain’t gonna stop
Until all the people can wake up and be real
Now eyes are opening and lies unraveling
We turn off the media and go out traveling
Organize emphasize harmonic infestation
Body mind spirit into psychoblastivation
Turn on your mind and what you will find
Everywhere you look you can see, see, see
Oppressed generations about to be free
From the shackles and the tangles and the hands that strangle
We are the free ones - we fight without guns
See, feel, and hear without all the fear
I live fast, but I won’t die young
I’m makin’ sure that my song is sung
So sing it with me and it’ll set us free
For we are the children of the multiverse
With an old-new view of Gaia Earth,
From the East to the West, we gonna take the test
And when we pass-it, Gonna take my assets
Out in the streets with the freaky funky beats
Holdin’ on to the vision of my conscious decision
Holdin’ on to the vision of my conscious decision
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Woodnymph Encounter at Frogwood
By Dima Novomeiski, Spring 2004
There she was gleaming in the shadows
Of the setting sun,
Bearing her knee singing soft sweet song
Too shy to show her face, but aching to break through
Hiding in the branches of madrone
Planting kisses and whispers in the wind
To you to me to whole world awakened
To essence of love deep inside
And as my fears subside, i open my heart and let universe in -
What a cosmic affair ...
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