rise and root

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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

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"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

'Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness'Allen Ginsberg

merry meet )o(

i cant believe its been a few days since my last post, but in that time i have completed my preparatory work for my course and finished and sent my first unmarked tma to my tutor. i have also spoken with a really nice girl at the registrations center and she agreed that i would get more out on being transferred to the online course, then i can attend tutorials via an msn type situation. tomorrow i will start my studies properly and a week early! i plan on keeping one step ahead with my reading then i can allow for days when i am not feeling my best.
i was hoping to go and see The Dolmen in dorchester tonight (swampy likes the flute player so its an incentive for him to go!) but i think he is now engrossed in motor sport and the gig is at the back of his mind...'sigh' oh well.
the past few days have been lovely and almost wintry in the early mornings and at night...this morning i was awake for the sunrise and the sky was a glorious pinky blue and i was watching the blackbirds hopping around under my mexican orange blossom...which is still flowering and i still keep finding tiny hearts ease flowering in the oddest places where they have self seeded. the wytch elm out the back is finally shedding its leaves and looking lovely, i must take another photo.
we drove up over Bulbarrow today and all the giant beech tress are finally changing color...give it a couple of chilly nights and they will start to look even more amazing than they already are.we stopped at the top to see if it was clear enough to see the Tor, but it was just that bit too hazy. however it was lovely looking down into the miles and miles of the blackmore vale and see the spirals of smoke coming from chimneys and bonfires...no wonder the air smells so good around here!

at the moment i just love going outside and sniffing the air and taking in the feeling of natures withdraw and feeling part of my soul doing the same.

4 comments:

Woolgathering while I sew said...

The air does have a certain something about it just now...the feeling of change...of the season moving on.
Take care,
Alison x

Leanne said...

Hi Lee, glad the start of the course is going well.

Its turning into a stunning autumn isnt it? I cant stop looking at the countryside, the amazing light patterns in the skies, the mists swirling low across the fileds, the colours everywhere. We are so lucky to live in such a beaurtiful area, arent we?

Leanne x

miss*R said...

you know, the more I read your blog, the more I am thinking that autumn is the time for me to come to the UK... I have heartsease here - we call them johnny-jump-ups cause they 'jump up' everywhere!
man engrossed in motor sports here too...
best of luck with your course..I admire you for doing it :) xoxo

miss*R said...

sniffing the air and taking in the feeling of natures withdraw and feeling part of my soul doing the same. ~~ ahh yes xoxo

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



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Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France