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

~the days end~

its been a day of study and draft writing today since i sat at my desk this cold and frosty day, now i have pushed my work aside for the day~i don't put it all away tidy any more, i leave my books open and papers spread around ready for the next days work, when i come back to my desk it is all there, open and ready for me~no need to go through everything to find where i left off the day before.

the sun is slowly starting to set now and things are going that pale pink of sunset. the temperature has not raised itself at all today and i find myself pulling my chair closer to the radiator to stay warm as i work~halfway feeling thankful we no longer live in a home with no heating except for one open fire and the ancient rayburn.

i am coming ever closer to the end of my two archaeology courses and part of me is glad~with only one course from february i will have a little time to myself, not much but enough. the trouble is trying to do a degree with something as problematic as m.e means i have to do double the work to get the same results. i find myself having to keep at least two steps ahead to allow for those days when i cannot do a thing. but i think of the huge sense of achievement when i graduate!

well time now to half pull the curtains to keep the warm inside, put the kettle on and put a casserole in the oven for our dinner tonight, i have a great pile of sprouts that need eating so i think i will have enough to make up bubble and squeak tomorrow~one of my favourite comfort foods!

*i hope you all saty warm and safe tonight*


Tipper said...

Your writing creates a cozy picture in the cold.

Sacred Suzie said...

Very thought provoking and interesting. I love the photograph and find myself wondering what kind of casserole you made. Have you peeked at your oven yet? LOL. I'm definitely lining mine with foil soon.

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