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"
H vans galore!
merry meet )o( i thought it was high time i finally got around to posting about our H van camp at stratford racecourse and post you all some pictures~well here are a few! it was a fantastic weekend, especially being surrounded by other vans~we are a rare breed you see so to have 34 camped in one place at the same time was quite special. the weekend was themed on a french village setting so out came quite a lot of bunting and flags and we all themed our vans on the village~a cafe, piano bar,gendarme etc. max, who owns 'bonvalot' and who 'ran' the piano bar brought with him a velo solex,a bike that runs on a tiny engine and i think there will be quite a few people now looking for their own on e-bay~swampy being one of them! as well as h vans there were a lot of 2cv's, 2cv vans and ds's and there was a great deal of good humour and people wanting to discuss their vans with others. it was fun seeing how others have converted their vans and what was special was that there was no one-up manship~which we found to be prevelant in other camper scenes~they were all old, had rust, had an assortement of paint and primer etc but we all loved them no matter what their state. we met some really lovely new people and with swampy taking on the h van register with another chap (and the solex rider here being the chap to update the website!) we will be having many more happy camps!
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."