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

Ancestors are with me this Samhain

merry meet

Remember my post about my Great Grandad?

Oh he is with me so strongly today.

weeks ago i had sent an e-mail to his old regiment, explaining that memories my Nan has of him are extremely poor, she is 90-something bless her and the family had wiped him from memory when he died in WW1.
i gave them the small amount of information i had from the War Graves Commission and totally forgot about it.

yesterday as i was sitting here checking e-mail from my sister a new e-mail came through... from the curator at the regiments museum...with information about him.

it seems that all my Nan had been told by her own mum was incorrect...here is what i now know...
he was born in Swansea, volunteered in Portsmouth in 1915, a time when i understand they had a big call up, he was wounded in 1916, returned to the fighting and then was killed in september of 1918, less than two months before the end of fighting.
yesterday i spent hours tracking his regiment through the war and i have discovered that they were in the thick of the fighting at Passchendaele and Flanders. The Battle of Drocourt-Queant occurred shortly before his death.

discovering this has made me feel so sad because we have been brought up with our history, with the knowledge of these events and the conditions. sad not just for my great grandad but for every man and boy who fought and died, fought and survived those years.

today however he is with me, i can feel his presence so strongly, just behind and to the right of me (thats how strongly i feel it ~ i can place him exactly!) and its such a good feeling. i have been feeling tearful as well and i know that is both his and my own feelings joining.

its such a good thing to be feeling at Samhain!


miss*R said...

thanks for emailing xo
I am behind in answering them

I believe magick is afoot.. yesterday, I received more about my Cornish roots.. I am yet to read it but I think our ancestors in spirit are really busy right now... gathering for us... it is as if they want their stories known...

I loved reading about your grandad.. and yes, it is difficult when we find out sad things about our ancestors but how wonderful that he is so strongly with you... telling you he is ok..
and I am holding the other hand of yours in friendship. I am really, really glad our paths have crossed... maybe they will cross in real life in 2009!!

solsticedreamer said...

Oh miss*r...thank you for that.
Yes i am sure our paths will cross, far too much is linking to ignore!

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