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

across the world


merry meet
here at the roundhouse there is always a slight feeling of despondancy during december.
prior to my illness december was always the time to be changing money into dollars, american or canadian, and a great flurry of packing for the trip we would take in january to either Lake Tahoe or Banff.
the main purpose of these trips would be to snowboard, but the areas were so beautiful, and, surprisingly peaceful that the trips were always more than just for sport.
one place in Tahoe we would always visit daily, sometimes as early as 7am was a log cabin coffee shop, it sold a huge range of coffee and herbal teas but our greatest delight was to buy white, hot chocolate and sit at the wooden bar by the big window and drink while looking out at the mountains that surrounded us. then we would take ourslves off to a small cafe called the driftwood for a breakfast that would keep us going until lunch.
in the evenings we would often drift to a bookshop that was open until late and there i would sit and look at the books on american heritage.
one book i bought was about the women pioneers, taken across vast distances by their husbands in search of a new life and what they wrote in their letters and diaries are amazing.
one sound that always haunts me and gives a feeling of lonliness is from the nights spent sleeping in Banff...every night as the snow fell outside we could hear the sound of a train horn in the distance, you know the classic sound of the horn...it may sound odd it but its a noise we miss.
i was thinking of pioneers in other countries a few days back when i was researching my granddads (on my mum's side) history. i discovered that my great x 4 grandad, Charles married when his first wife died and moved to australia. through a family history website i was able to make contact with people trying to link their family tree's and i now find myself with a cousin, who i am in e-mail contact with and many other relatives directly decended from charles.
i never thought my research would take me so far away!

2 comments:

miss*R said...

well, maybe I have met your relatives! that would be 'funny'... and maybe oneday, you can change money into australian dollars and come down here to enjoy our wise ancient land :)

solsticedreamer said...

We have both looked at the pictures you put on your blog of the walks you take...the area looks so amazing we have both said how lovely it would be to see it in person.

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