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 prefer winter and fall...

when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.
andrew wyeth

merry meet )o(
Remember my post mentioning berries? this picture (click on it for a closer view) is of a large, unidentified bush in the private lane our cottage backs onto, taken from our back door~our neighbour has told swampy that he has never seen so many berries on this particular bush.
I am now seriously considering making sure the larder is well stocked~just in case.

because we live in the middle of a collection of valleys if the roads become snowed over or icy it is all but impossible to get in or out~ last year a chap made it over 'top road' in his 4x4, telling swampy he virtually slid all the way down into the village.
around the same time swampy and i were in salisbury when it started to snow, so we decided we had better start off home. We reached the bottom of Bulbarrow Hill, where the snow was probably only an inch deep, but it took us over an hour to navigate lanes that usually take about 15 minutes~the whole way up we had to drive on the grass for traction~going down the other side is something i never want to do again,it was a case of 'the car has a mind of its own...hold on and hope for the best'

however finding ourselves snowed in~to walk up the lane in falling snow and to see nothing but fields covered in snow and the odd chimney with wood smoke coming from it and to hear no sounds of mankind and then to come home to a good supply of wood, a nice, toasty rayburn and a blazing fire is something special


Alison said...

It sounds great to be snow bound at your cottage (as long as you have plenty of supplies in!).
Also great to see/meet your friends and family as
Take care,
Alison x

miss*R said...

I wonder what the berries are..but I am sure you could invent some wonderful meals with them.
I enjoyed the photos on the sidebar too - thanks xo

Ruth said...

Solstice greetings! Just wandered onto your blog cos I put a cosmic wish for a new campervan up on my blog today and my friend Robyn in Australia told me you were a campervan person too. Looks like we've got a lot in common when I read your profile!

Ruth said...

Oops - sorry about repeat comments - getting confused at this end and it's not the solstice at all its the equinox - very odd faery energy around my place today!

solsticedreamer said...

welcome to my little roundhouse Ruth!
I always like to meet folk with things in common~makes me feel a bit less of a solitary, solitary.

I hope you have joy in finding anew campervan, you must keep me posted!


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