rise and root



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

"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"

Hopi Prophecy
i have been reminded that we have a long journey up to stratford racecourse for our Citroen camp on friday and that i should consider taking myself off to bed and gathering some energy~i think that is good advice
~however our beautiful moon is shining straight in the window onto the bed~how will i ever sleep when i have her gazing at me?


miss*R said...

ahh just close your eyes and let her lull you into sleep, energizing your for your trip xox
ps- you have me wanting to race out and buy some kind of caravan and go camping! oh my gosh, what is happening to me?

solsticedreamer said...

I have to say miss*r that camping is so addictive. there is just something about it that makes it special~i think it's to do with the freedom etc.
and little vintage caravans are very cool!

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Chief Seattle

Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France