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

sunday 5th august...written in stone

merry meet )o(

where is it written in stone that folk have to live in regimented,square brick homes? what is wrong with a home that echos the curves of nature or is built like nature, like a yurt or log cabin? where is it written in stone that we have to live in a home that does not move?
why is that so many people have the urge to follow the herd and at the same time look down on those that follow a wilder calling?
why is it 'good' that a travellers camp, that has always respected the environment in which it was camped (Bulbarrow Hill nr Milton Abbas,Dorset) was cleared? why do the idiot planners and councils refuse planning for solar panels, wind turbines etc but allow the building of hideous plastic conseratories or hideous new builds when there are empty homes all over...i can think of one gorgeous old building, boarded up and left to rot in Yeovil that swampy and i could renovate and love.
why do so many people still whine and moan about alternative technolgy, do they not realise that oil, gas etc will run out, its not a finite source of power.

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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