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


once upon a time i would do two fifty minute hatha yoga sessions a day, one in the morning and one in the late afternoon~even when i went on holiday i would do forty minutes every morning which would keep my limber and focused enough to spend a whole day snowboarding...
then came the creeping illness that is m.e and just a slowly i stopped my yoga...
until now...
this morning out of nowhere i had this strong urge, no not urge, need to start again.
so i did, starting slowly with some basic moves for about 15-20 minutes, which i shall continue with each day and see how my body reacts.
of course i am no-where near the level i was those few years ago but in a way it was like riding a bike~i flowed back into those movements as if i had never stopped, and despite the stiffness it felt really good and because of the breathing i felt quite focused afterwards as well.
i dont know how my m.e will react to this new intrusion on its hold over me, i shall just have to wait and see. the trouble with m.e is a day or two can go by before any extra pain or tirdness hits me and of course my m.e will not magically go away, but even if it feels as if i have a slight hold over it, that i can do this gentle thing without it beating me, it will be worth it

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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