rise and root

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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

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"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 drifting & my oracle~



just lately i have been in what i call a 'drifting' frame of mind, finding it hard to settle to anything apart from my studies, even though i have sorted my timetable so i had more time for 'me'

it even means i have been drifting from my path, well not drifting, but finding its hidden in the background, not shouting out at me, but being there in a subtle way.

*of course it never goes away*

i have always considered myself as a pagan born~i can never remember being anything but, so, no it never goes away...it just hides, tucked away inside me, keeping me warm, sustained and reminding, every now and then of its being.

these reminders come to me as gentle tugs and one of those tugs came today, prompting me to work with my green man tree oracle, where the thoughts of 'lost' came from me and from where beech came to me

*what lies beyond the threshold?*

it turned out to be quite interesting as it actually ended up mostly responding to my unconscious~tomorrow there is a gathering at avebury of folk from a forum swampy and i are members of, but me being me...i hate meeting new people, even meeting a single new person is bad enough (remember my post about being shy?!) but meeting multiples of this single person is enough to put me in a drop dread faint just at the thought of it...i feel i should have smelling salts stowed away in my bag to be brought out at the slightest hint of having to socialise...well anyway my beech card, oh how insightful...

*i am a creature of habit, finding it safer, easier to cosy up to what is safe and familiar~safer than crossing the threshhold and all the uncertainty it holds. but what is beyond the threshold is new experiences and life enhancing lessons~i am being told to cross the threshold...*

so i see that its time to stop being afraid, confront my shyness and take that step over the threshold...

it also made me think of new things

*that what is over the threshold may be enticing me into a new experience*

i have been exchanging e-mail with a friend, i shall call him carp(hello carp!)and we have been talking instruments, he plays the didgeridoo and his partner has just started to play his bodhran and it has made me want to get back into playing music. i started with the fiddle, moving onto the penny whistle, both many years ago, and for whatever reason stopped playing. recently i have have had such an urge to start playing something again, i think it has something to do with swampy and his guitar, and from my 'chats' with carp have decided on the didj and bodhran. so i have been doing some research on both and hope that, given the bodhran is slightly less expensive than a didj (which i hope to have by the end of the year) a bodhran will come first



i have found a chap in Antrim~ being part Irish of course i want an Irish made one~ who makes both harps and bodhrans and will personalise them if requested, so have decided to accept the wisdom of the beech and get myself one after our up and coming h van camp.

i am actually feeling quite excited about it~something new that will give me a lot of pleasure

7 comments:

Eileen said...

How awesome! We brought one home from our last visit to Ireland for my son. He is a drummer and I was hoping he would learn to play it as well....but he is in Edmonton now, 1000's of miles away and his bodhran sits on a shelf here....perhaps I'll learn to play it too...I played drums as a teenager too...many, many years ago...

miss*R said...

oh shit - forgive the expletive.. but this post is a message from Daisy... last night I was questioning whether or not there was such a thing as spirit contact and I asked for a strong sign.. and here it is.. the bodhran is the instrument that Daisy had, I wanted to get myself one to remember her by and for the life of me I could not remember the name.. I have been wondering what it was for ages...
the didg is a beautiful instrument.. many indigenous men play it here, busking in the streets.. it is haunting. I love it.

even though I am a new person.. well in 'real' life...I hope you aren't afraid to meet me when I eventually get over there :)

I am missing you dreadfully xoxo

miss*R said...

ps where could I buy a bodhran? And tell me how much the didj costs over there.....

knittnkitten said...

I love bodhrans, cant play them for toffee, but I love them.

Jaime said...

I like to see it as my path wanes and waxes just as the moon does. Right now it is waxing as I am able to get back to nature more. BTW, I visited a ghost town yesterday and wrote a blog on it today. it was awesome.

I have a bodhran. I love mine.

Ancestral Celt said...

Charles Byrne of Dublin make Bodhrans and and generally very happy to ship them to the UK. I had mine personalised by them. Feel free to contact them if you have any questions.

solsticedreamer~laoi gaul~williams said...

thanks for the link Ancestral Celt~i have been looking at the site, they sell the bodhrans made by the chap i mentioned in my blog~Paul McAuley

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.



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