drawing symbols of my power on my skin: friday 17th august...

The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

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

friday 17th august...

merry meet )o(
what a dreadful night, i was getting up every two hours, on the hour~no idea why but i can see myself having an earlier night than ever tonight.
good news today is that our bearing for pippin has arrived, so swampy has gone out to get the grease and assorted essentials to now fix it.
i was looking on friends reunited today and its weird seeing what people have been up to, most of them seem to have taken the married with children route.