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"
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Bright Blessings this day
firstly i would like to say a big hello to Sarah...who i know reads my blog now and is a big a wool fiend as me and i hope she is over the loss of Tilly...who sold on e-bay last night.
its been busy here in Dorset. we had to make an unexpected trip to the vets on tuesday evening when we discovered the bleeding cody had experienced after running through a small gap in a hedgerow and jumping barbed wire-was much worse than imagined...when we were finally able to look with the aid of a torch we were horrified to find he had a deep two inch gash. yesterday we dropped him off to be stitched up and i felt so dreadful leaving him there, wondering if he thought he was being abandoned once again by his owners. the vet had made him a lovely squashy bed and gave him a sedative so i imagine he soon fell asleep. i had the jitters all day but he was home by 4pm complete with about 5 stitches to what swampy discretely calls his 'doghood' and some arnica...yes codys vet is a holistic one! oh yes and one of those big plastic collars...although he has been threatened with it, it is still sitting in the kitchen.
so what with that and shopping on tuesday taking out another chunk of my week i find myself somewhat behind with my studies. i have resolved to blog this morning then devote the rest of the day to philosophy...which i must admit i am not enjoying too much, then tomorrow start to type up the assignment, the last of this particular module. i shall also be catching up on e-mail tomorrow...so to those who have e-mailed me i shall reply shortly!
the weather here has suddenly become very wintry, swampy has been up int he woods and just come back with a trailer of wood that is now being stacked in our 300 year old brick and flint lean-to, with more to arrive on sunday and last night was the first night we stoked the rayburn up at bedtime in months.
yesterday it became quite windy and as we drove down the lanes we were surrounded by great drifts of leaves falling from the trees, my favourite being the beech, they are such amazing shades of copper. more and more trees are showing bare branches and the air becoming clearer and colder. last night i woke in the dark of night and the sky was glorious, the stars so bright it took my breath away...if it is like that on the up and coming full moon we really will have a glorious sight.
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."