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

~of sea salt & fossils~

the view from our 'back door'

well we are back from our time at the sea, although only about 30 miles from home it was so secluded it felt like a million miles away.

to get to the site we had to go down a really narrow lane, much like the lanes that surround us here, but without the 'passing places' etched into the high banks over the years by tractors and cars.

however once down the lane and finding where our group were camped we had the most glorious views only about 150m from the beach and being mid-week it was almost empty of the families who arrive on friday for the weekend.

we had perfect weather for all but one day~blue skies, small scudding clouds and a cooling sea breeze. one day we had the odd shower and grey skies but we wrapped up and rigged up a sun canopy against the showers and so still could meet up in the evening and have a good chat and a laugh.

as usual when it came time to pack up and come home i didnt want to~i love creeping into my sleeping bag at the end of a day, into what i call my 'little French sardine tin' covered with a fine coating of sea spray, i just love that smell!

we spent one afternoon fossil hunting and it is amazing to walk along and just find fossils laying at your feet~photos of these to follow when i get my new camera tomorrow!

well, we are only home for another day as wednesday swampy will drop me off at my mum's in the new forest from where my sister sam and i will travel to london on thursday where we will act like tourists and then set off by tube for wimbledon on friday.

i really hate having my photo taken...!


Ancestral Celt said...

Welcome back, SD.

Janet said...

I hate having my picture taken too! But I love camping out by the sea and that looks like a wonderful area where you were. It looks very beautiful, peaceful and relaxing....and then you get to jump into the hectic big city life in London. Quite a contrast, I'm sure.

Anonymous said...

You look great it is so nice to "meet" you !!!

al hayball said...

ere, what camp was this?
jod and alx

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