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


i have been hit with the most amazing feeling of peace and oneness.

with this waning moon i have had time to think and finally let go of all the negative things that have been holding onto me, holding me back.

the last quarter of the waning moon is also known as the 'moon of harvest' a time of meditation and preparation~the cycle you have been in throughout the waning cycle has now culminated and its time for the rebirth with the new moon.

and boy do i feel this building up within me and its been a long time in coming.

i was driving down the lanes the other day, glad to be away from the noise and crowds and litter of dorchester, away even from this country as it is now, today and i was hit even more strongly than ever with the feeling of being so very connected to this land and the ancient tribes that once lived here.

i could feel the vibrations existing beyond the here and now, beyond this crowded land filled with concrete and fumes and rigid box houses and straight lines and i so longed to be away from the here and now.

i feel so frustrated with the land, with the square and the straight, frustrated with the lack of respect and care for our earth, frustrated at people being so far removed from the cycle of the land and life.

of course there will always be those who cannot hear and feel these things, cannot connect with the deeper aspects of life,
but then there are those who can and who celebrate it and i feel so grateful they are out there, to connect with and make bonds with and to keep this great, wonderful weaving whole
to those of you out there that read this


Pixiedust said...

I've left something for you, over at my blog!

Alison said...

Hi Lee,
I have left you something over at my blog:-)
Take care,
Alison x

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