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"
Happy Birthday Swampy!!!
yes its swampys big day...'whispers' 41 today! although we actually started on the organic carrot cake two days ago! and i have to say that expression is not one he usually walks around with thank goddess...camera shy like myself!
also...and i meant to do this a few days ago...welcome to Chandrala who posted on my guest map and whose blog is now listed at my blogging roundhouse!
i was awake early this morning as swampy had set his alarm to be awake for the grand prix, but couldnt sleep anyway and was up making me lemon tea at 4am.
its funny how thoughts can come to you at the oddest times...i have noticed this more since starting my studies. i will wake up at stupid o'clock and have some revelation over something i have read or how to word a paragraph, or something i have not been able to grasp will suddenly pop into my head making total sense. i love the way our subconscious works things out for us then gives us a gentle reminder.
during this mornings early ponder i was thinking of my meditation/trance/pathworkings; i have been planning for ages to get out my clay and produce something to aid me in focusing, then out of the blue i realised i had something. a handmade object i bought a few years ago on my last trip to Lake Tahoe for no particular reason other than as soon as i saw it i knew i had to buy it. since then it has been absolutely everywhere with me but never out of the package it came in. now the pieces have fallen into place and i know now it drew my attention to eventually aid my meditation/trance/pathworkings.
i am having the same thing with my totem animal...images and the real thing keep appearing out of the blue so i am convinced that all will be revealed shortly.
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."