drawing symbols of my power on my skin: ~strange days~

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

~strange days~

well what a weekend~ireland won the six nations grand slam for the first time in 61 years~although in my heart i wished both ireland and wales could have won~for once i was strangley quiet during the game.

now it is all over and its another 45 weeks until it starts again, although there is the lions tour in the summer~yes i really am a rugby nerd.

yesterday was a wash out as i felt so ill, i spent most of the day feeling sick and nursing a hot water bottle and all i could eat were shreddies with no milk~today i dont feel too bad, drinking lots of lemon and ginger tea to keep it at bay but feeling strangely 'evil' and out of sorts~must be the hormones~if you know the song 'strange days' by the doors...well thats how i feel today~ever so odd...

*strange days have found us

strange days have tracked us down*