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

merry meet on a damp dorset day

in an effort to help lower my blood sugar levels i joined swampy and cody on their morning walk today.
we followed the dead end lane behind us and then crossed the now harvetsed corn field, and further up to another field.
it was a morning for wildlife watching...there was a buzzard very close to us and flying really low, ending his/her flight by settling on a fence post. then in the field above us deer kept running across between the three areas of woodland. then we checked out the badger set we came across last year...making sure there had been no suspicious activity. luckily the only activity was their own housework and evidence of them dragging bedding down. we were lucky enough to see in the earth a single clear paw print...probably twice the size of cody's!
seeing this reminded me of the time when my dad lived not far away from here at a place called fifehead magdalene (what a fantastic name!) we were driving home after a visit in the dark and driving slowly down a lane came across a badger busily dragging a pile of hay across the road and through a hedge...we were lucky in that he did not rush his work when we stopped to watch, but was busy making sure every piece of hay went with him back to his set...

i have to say that is one of my most special wildlife memories.

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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