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 dreaming & smiling for the summer~

two posts in a day what is wrong with me?!

i had posted my earlier post, then i saw that boho mom had updated with 'what makes you smile?'

do you know what has been making me smile a lot lately?

we have our yearly h van rally and the 2cv national coming up which we both love attending. as our vans are a rarity, to have about 25 in one place together for any length of time is great fun~along with assorted 2cv's, 2cv vans and dyans~and it is always a great weekend, generally with a very french flavour to it and its so great to meet up with friends old and new who share the obsession that is the h~van!

this year is the first year for about three years we will be returning to our favourite 'campsite' at worth matravers~i say campsite, its only open for about 6 weeks a year and is a single hilly field, perched high above swanage bay looking across to the western edge of the isle of wight and the needles

we found the site by accident one hot summer when we wanted to escape from the heat and crowds of bournemouth, where we were living at the time. a drive through the sandbanks~famous for its concentration of millionaires houses and a short ride on the swanage chain ferry

would deliver us to the isle of purbeck and a short drive through shell bay, studland and swanage would bring us to worth matravers and a tiny farm with a tiny sign inviting us to camp.

we feel in love instantly~you drive down a narrow, rutted lane, manouver through a gate and find yourself in what could be the hilliest, bumpiest, most un-campsite looking campsite ever~with a small toilet and shower building tucked down by the farmhouse and a few water stands~find a fairly level place to park up, making sure that the best view on waking in the morning would be of the view down to swanage bay and across the sea. and so peaceful~far enough away from the little used minor road that led towards corfe and its famous castle a few miles away~the only noise is that of the sheep in the next field, probably wondering why they have been tufed out of their field~for that is what the site is for the rest of the year~a sheep field!

in the morning a small van comes round, honking its old fashioned car horn to announce its arrival, bringing supplies of bread, croissants, bacon and newspapers for those not wanting to leave the peace of the site, but who are running low on supplies.

we have spent many, many nights here and one time ventured to dancing ledge to swim~where many years ago a sea water pool was hewn from the rock

because getting there involves a walk of several miles and then some minor rock climbling to get down its quite deserted and swimming in the pool is an experience indeed.

so now you know why the thought of this years trip~or i should say trips~ are making me smile!


JuliaB said...

how lovely! it sounds like the Famous Five!! x

Pixiedust said...

It sound lovely. Just like the Pagan camps I've attended, they are always fun, just a field and a compost loo! I hope swampys toothache feels better soon, theres nothing worse than toothache. Woody did help with the tea party, he had two pate sandwiches and little tit bits of cake, you just can't resist those sad brown eyes. xxx

Samsara said...

Wow! Amazing! Looks like great fun! Me and my other used to have an old amulance, and then we had an old A-series which we travelled in. We used to go to all the Solstices down at Stonehenge, or Silbury Hill and the Tor. Sadly we lost it in a flash flood *sigh* Now we have an old caravan which we get away with whenever we can!

miss*R said...

oh that would make me smile too.. from ear to ear. a big grin!

I remember when I first found your blog.. and Pippin :)

al hayball said...

Don't tell too many people about it mate! tee hee.
Also, Have you seen this blog:
Dancing ledge? did you know,these guys?

Anonymous said...

I love those vans!

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