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

~coldest night of the winter~

that was the prediction of the bbc weatherman earlier today about the coming night.

i am not one to really feel the cold but today i certainly have. we have closed the curtains in our living room against the cold windows and as i sit and type this the sky has passed from duck to full dark and a large, solitary cloud drifted overhead, heading west.

tonight will be a night to sit curled up with a good book in front of the fire and later, take the book to bed with a nice chamomile and honey tea.

i have been spending the past two nights going to bed early with my copy of miranda greens 'the world of the druids'~what a great read.

today i made it round to visiting all your blogs and i loved the post at boho moms blog~the year of the sock monkey

which took me here to christine

so what is my word for this year?


~oh yes~

its time to release myself of all the old baggage holding me back and clouding my mind...

its time to release myself from those odd ocd moments that held back my impulses...

its time to release myself from the niggles and doubts...

its time to release my creativity...

its time to release my soul totally upon my path, not allowing the thoughts and opinions of others to cloud what i know to be right for me...

*it feels good to write this down and have it as a focus for the coming months, and just a single word to remember moment to moment as i go through my day*


Rowan said...

It's bitterly cold here as well, must get out my copy of Miranda Green's book, Trouble is I'm also reading Wild Food by Ray Mears, Wildwood by Roger Deakin and The Real Middle Earth by Brian Bates!! It would be useful to have two of me - one to read books and the other to do all the other stuff:)

twiggypeasticks said...

Ooooo it's chilly isn't it, your day sounds so cosy. We're having a mummy and Twiglet day tomorrow, which involves mostly keeping warm and making/baking/playing as he's doing a full day at nursery on Wednesday for the first time -argh!!!!
I LOVE your word for the year and love what you've written on your blog. We do hold ourselves back worrying about what others think I know I do, must try harder Twiggy ;) My word must be ACTION, this year, less talking ,more doing, then again.............
Twiggy x

enchantedartist said...

I think release is a great word! I am wishing you great success with it...:)


Jamie said...

2009, the year of release. Beautiful. I'm imagining your spirit released from all bonds holding her back and expressing herself joyfully, playfully, fully, passionately, creatively, lovingly this year!

What a beautiful response to the cold of the day, with coziness, rest and time for yourself. Yummy.

Anonymous said...

What a great idea and I love your word. I must think I need a word too.

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