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"
Take That and Party
i am sure that many of you will remember that phrase from the early nineties?
as i mentioned in a post a few months back my sister sam had managed to get us two very expensive tickets to see Take That...
well we went up to birmingham nec yesterday, booked into our hotel, i dosed myself up with potters cough drops and loaded my pockets with a whole load of tissues, took the shuttle to the nec and discovered that we were going to benefit from the expense of the tickets.
we were about six foot from the front of the stage at the end of the aisle with no-one in front of us except for a security chap.
well i have to say it was the most amazing show i have ever seen...even rivalling Queen who i saw at wembley stadium in 1986...and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves...we even got to touch gary barlow and mark owen when they walked back to the main stage from a smaller one at the centre of the arena down the aisle we were on.
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."