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

following a spiritual path rooted in the green Earth

Dia dhuit
so we approach Yule~the winter solstice, our darkest night.

our ancestors would have gathered together awaiting the return of light, the Star Child.

bonfires would have been lit on the hills to tell those of the land the light would return and people would bring in offerings of greenery and red berries...the holly, ivy and fir and mistletoe, sacred to the Druids would bring their scents to the roundhouses.

mistletoe was held to be deeply sacred by the Druids, especially when discovered upon an oak tree. On the sixth day of the new moon closest to the Winter Solstice, it was harvested as an offering to the gods.

1 comment:

miss*R said...

I often wonder how the ancient tribes from here in Australia celebrated. Of course it wasn't at all in the Celtic tradition... but I am sure they marked the turning of the wheel in some way... so much ancient knowledge has been lost over the years.

while our ancestors gathered in the Northern Hemisphere... I wonder what the ancients were doing here in this wise and warm land at the same time? I wonder.....

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