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

~canto gregoriano~

tea break time in the 'roundhouse' and today finds me writing up copious notes on pre~roman empire mediterranean~sacrifice at carthage~the two biscuits on my 'coaster' turned into three and i have 3 cd's worth of gregorian chants playing through my laptop.

outside the wind is really starting to gust and the sky is pale and wintery and i am watching the seed feeder we have put just outside the window~i have seen a little activity there so before too long it will be busy and hopefully i will be able to get some interesting photos.

this is one of the photos i took of the sunset the other day~kodak easy share and i have engaged in a truce...

and this is the book that swampy bought me on monday when we popped into lymington. it had been discussed on the stonewylde forum and as i can never have too many books thought i would like some new reading material as i am at present re-reading 'fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe' i have only read a few pages so far but look forward to many hours curled up on the sofa. especially if this 'icy blast' makes its way here~swampy has just shouted in that according to the weather on sky we are due for minus 4 temperatures and snow tomorrow...we shall see...

have you seen this?

i love it, probably because this is what i have turned into over the last few years...

How to find out whether you or someone you know is a Grumpy Old Women

The unmistakable signs
Shop assistants cower in fear when you return shoddy goods
You are the litter police
Young men are afraid to be left alone with you lest you pounce
You like a slip-on shoe – saves all that bending
If you wore a thong you might look like a Sumo wrestler
You start collecting used margarine pots and plastic bags
You start to enjoy pottering

Things That Grumpy Old Women Say
It's a bloody disgrace
I want to talk to the manager
Spending a penny
Is it me or is it hot in here?
I could murder a nice cup of tea
I can remember those flared trousers first time around

taken from the bbc link above

yes, some of those apply to me in some form or another~ i was reminded of it today when i fired off a 'angry from the new forest' e-mail to our local collage about the bad language villagers are forced to listen to, their students speeding in a 30 zone and their general, physical littering ~standing in clusters outside shops so we cannot get into the shops without pushing through them.

oh, i saw the bbc weather forecast and over night it is going to freeze and tomorrow they forecast sleep, snow turning into freezing rain~even as far south as here, which is a scant five miles from the solent, which is pretty much as far south as we can get on the mainland here~in fact click on the 1945 map on the link and our village is there. so maybe i will have some snowy pictures to post!

well thats quite enough of my ramblings today, time to get back to my notes...

*have a good day*


ceridwen said...

Well....if you're a Grumpy Old Woman....then that makes two of us LOL. Oh yes....I'm the local "litter police" alright!


Anonymous said...

Oh I am most definitely a grumpy old woman. I knew I had made the transition the day I sent an angry email to a TV breakfast show ranting about their 'biased reporting'. You really know you've arrived in grumpy old woman land when you realise you are one and are quite happy about it.

Oh and I wish our weather bureau would forecast SLEEP, I could really do with some (hee hee).

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