Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree In a forest new as birth and old as old can be A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde
The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee In a forest new as birth and old as old can be Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free
"When birds fall from the sky and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people...shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. they will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow"
friday 20th july...tornado weather
Merry Meet )o( this weather is so freaky. yesterday Swampy and I had to drive to Bridport to get a starter motor for Pippin as our one, already on its way out, decided to give up the ghost. a nice AA man helped us to bump start him after Swampy's efforts with the starting handle did not help (he has started Pippin this way before!)so we realized we had to go straight to our 'H van man' Simon in Bridport. there we were happily driving...read crawling... up the steepest part of the duel carriageway on the A35 when looking north we saw the beginnings of a tornado...needless to say out came the mobile and I took a constant stream of pictures as Swampy drove as slowly as he could. a bit further on we saw a load of people driving east had been able to stop and take pictures and it reassured us we were not imagining the whole thing...I mean its not what you really expect to see on a jaunt across west Dorset is it?! anyway we witnessed the whole thing although thankfully it never touched down. but we were beside ourselves to have actually witness something like that ( a dream holiday for us would be storm chasing)...look carefully in the photo between the pylons and you can see the funnel of the twister.
still Pippin now has a nice 'new' starter motor in and now we are waiting to see if simon can get hold of a complete 'new' hub, hopefully before the next round of camping! today the weather has been pretty dreadful here although it really started to clear up in the early afternoon. our back yard is about three feet below ground level with two open lean-to's (300 year + brink and flint from when the bit of land was the original village pub...our front garden path is the footprint of the original pub path and some of the old brick wall still exists...I love history and keep finding old broken pipe stems obviously when the pub operated) and a big workshop...when it rain hard it flood but so far we have beenlucky and not had the kitchen flooded. we have been watching the news and feel very sorry for all those being flooded out. makes any problems we think we have to become very insignificant.
All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
1890-17 september 1918~France
~a community of persons with artistic or literary tastes who adopt manners and mores conspicuously different from those expected or approved by the majority of society~
''The beauty of the trees,the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass,speaks to me. The summit of the mountain,the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea,speaks to me.The strength of the fire,the taste of salmon,the trail of the sun,and the life that never goes away,they speak to me. And my heart soars."