rise and root

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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

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"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
Dia dhuit
joy, joy...my new laptop arrives on tuesday!
so there will be no stopping me...e-mailing galore to be had...you know who you are!
it snowed for quite a time last night but came to nothing as the ground was so wet, however it has started again tonight, but again onto very wet ground.
i have had a day off from my studies today and spent it reading and generally relaxing, back to the books tomorrow.
the weather started lovely in our valley today so i walked up the lane, not up to the Dorset Gap but just high enough to be able to see the ancient Rawlsbury hill fort, it always has the feeling of centering me when i feel a bit out of sorts and cant reach any other place...another good reason for my sacred garden.
when i went into dorchester on wednesday i bought from Sister Moon a small pagan magazine 'Merry Meet' which proved to be a really good read (i went in for the latest issue of Dolmen Grove but there were none to be had) it had a good write up on Maumbury rings~a place i pass every week with a dreadfully sad story attached to it.
This is how the story is descibed in a large media conglomorate website 'Mary Channing, a feisty local resident who in 1704 poisoned her husband and paid the ultimate penalty for her crime.' it makes it sound such a party doesnt it?
i have looked on the net and found the smallest of mention of this in many sites, however a link via wiccanweb
will take you to a more indepth story.
so when you light a candle please remember Mary Channing

2 comments:

kathyann said...

What a dreadfull life that young woman must have had,I will light a candle and say a prayer in memory of Mary!
Good news of the computer there'll be know stopping you come Tuesday!Glad to hear you've been taking it easy for awhile and manageing to get out for a walk,its suprising how a nice gentle walk can make you feel more refreshed,Take care,Love from Kathyann and the girls

miss*R said...

I cannot wait til you get your new laptop.. I am so missing you.. but I am owing you an email, I know :)

yesterday it was 41 deg.C and today it is 15 deg.C... can you believe the difference from day to day? Mother Nature is sure acting up lately, no wonder many of us are sick... off to read your links xoxo

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



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Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France