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"
the MC1R gene
this is the “ginger gene”, that gives people red hair, freckles and fair skin and i am one of them and it seems we ginger haired folk are fairly rare these days ~ only 1 % to 2% of the world population! in Celtic countries the percentage is much higher with Scotland, Ireland and Wales having the highest number of redheads worldwide – up to 10% of the Irish population have ginger, auburn or strawberry blond hair
researchers say the gene could be up to 100,000 years old and say the discovery indicates the gene having originated in neanderthal man living in Europe for 200,000 years before homo sapien's,ancestors of modern man, came about 40,000 years ago from africa. so i have of course informed swampy as to my special rare status!
like most red heads i went through school being teased but i must have been rather thick skinned to the teasing, i remember no teenage tantrums or traumas and my past explorations into hair dye were to make my hair even redder!
my hair seems to follow its own wheel of the year...spring and summer i am more strawberry blond becoming a darker ginger in the autumn and winter...this year was a henna year so i have been considerably more 'rusty' however my roots have been growing out for a few months now and i seem to be in transition between my summer and winter colour.
and of course when i see the beautiful pre-raphaelite paintings, like the one above i am very proud of my ginger heritage!
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."