rise and root



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

"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

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake

Henry David Thoreau
a chilly damp day here in our little valley and the larder is bare.

set out for the dentist and then our weekly shop this morning only to find a mysteriously dead battery not powering pippin. unload myself, back indoors to a very excited cody (had only been gone a few moments!) so tidy up, check e-mail before hiking to the farm shop for emergency supplies to keep us going until tomorrow.

no traffic on the lane today...nice when you have no pavement to walk on and the road is only slightly wider than a car!
this meant a peaceful walk and time to enjoy myself.
the mystery berry bush out the back of our yard has been chock full of birds for two days now, after months and months of being ignored...i am wondering what subtle change has occured to make them flock there en mass?
yesterday for the first time ever in our yard there was a wren bobbing around and she came back today as well...funny how she appeared the moment i looked out of the window. it reminded me of a walk up the hill last week i had one follow me part of the way...it just hopped from branch to branch alongside me. i now wonder if the wren has some message for me? i will have to wait and see.
the stream down the hill on my journey is rushing wildly at the moment, flowing through the garden of Crumble Cottage where the potter lives. the trees are all bare now and so we now see clearly up to the hills surrounding us so closely...
i love to see the hills, imagining the settlements that once stood there, the roundhouses clustered inside their protective bounderies.
imagining the views the ancestors once had.
a wilder, free land


Rowan said...

There are wrens in my garden, they are such pretty little birds. Your walk sounds nice, peaceful country lanes are getting harder to come by these days. Have you got a photo of your mystery bush? The birds are maybe travelling ahead of bad weather and feeding as they move south.

miss*R said...

hmm I wonder what the wren was telling you? did you try and draw it?
Your walk sounds wonderful, something I hope to do when I come to the Uk is to walk along lane ways like that in the cold.
oh and can you use the berries of the bush for anything?
it is a wonderful time of year for you, I cannot wait til autumn/winter for me again
*sigh* Crumble Cottage - your life sounds picture perfect!

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Chief Seattle

Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France