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"
it is pannage season and in the New Forest the pigs have been let out to feast...this one made its way down from the direction of my mum's village and was at the bottom of her road. the forest is looking fantastic now...crossing the high heathland the bracken has turned copper and in my mums garden the trees are dropping their leaves and all that you can smell is damp earth and wet leaves.
we drove home at sunset and as we started to climb the hill to Bulbarrow i felt glad to be almost home in our valley...the gap between the New Forest and the few miles before we get to Bulbarrow are not particularly built up but we have to do a few miles on a duel carriageway, a nightmare of too fast cars and rush. the longer i live here in our little valley the more i find, what i call 'the real world' difficult and uncomfortable. i was watching the cars rush by us, the people sealed inside their modern, all-mod-cons vehicles and felt so sorry for them. they seem to rush and hurry and take no notice of what is around them and i wonder if their whole lives are like that? do they ever stop to look at the sky or trees,or watch the birds and listen to the sounds at sunset? how lucky are we who follow the wheel of the year and are so in tune with our Earth.
so,to arrive to the remoteness just beyond Blandford Forum was lovely. leaving the houses and traffic behind i rode with my head out of the window to breath in the scents of the land around me, enjoying the cold air...feeling as if i were being brought back to my reality. at the top of Bulbarrow the Blackmore Vale was slowing losing light and through the slight haze all that could be seen were the few lights of cottages and many spirals of smoke coming up from the chimneys and the lower we went into our valley the smell was of wood smoke mixed with the earth and leaves.
this morning just after sunrise the smell of wood smoke drifted through the open window as people lit their fires and stoked their Rayburns and Agas for the day.
and now we are going into Dorchester for our shopping which will give me some good miles there and back to lean out of the window as we drive through the lanes at the bottom of what used to be several ancient settlements, breathing in our clear country air. almost as if i am taking in the Earths strength to get me through visiting the town, then later i shall meditate and give thanks to her for helping me this day.
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."