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 a drifting day~


I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
walt whitman


i couldnt sleep last night, i had 'the hills of connemara' running through my head, i couldnt even see the waning moon properly as it was so low the hedges were hiding it~i was still awake at dawn and as my bed faces the window was treated to the sight of an apricot colored moon set against the background of a dawn blue sky~by this time i was actually too tired to get my camera, unlock the doors and go out to take a photo, so the one above is a 'net' found one, to give you an idea of what i could see.

but what a sight to greet the day with!

i had planned on doing the research for my next essay today, but first my dad phoned and we had a nice long chat about my studies and our family tree~the conversation turned to portsmouth dockyard and i discovered that he trained there as a coppersmith before becoming a policeman~i dont know why but i never knew that and feel really pleased, he also slipped into the conversation that he had had a 'crisis' and bought another motorbike...he generally does this when he has a 'crisis'!

...then my mum came around to see how the garden was coming along

...then i remembered i had to charge my ipod and update my druidcast

...then i decided to check my garden

...then i decided to blog...

ho hum, how quickly the day passes...so i am now listening to omnia and planning to e-mail my friend carp

*~*good job i am a week ahead with my work*~*

4 comments:

Elizabeth Rhiannon said...

Funny, you say you spoke to your dad about your family tree and found out something you didn't know about him. I had called my dad yesterday to specifically ask him about our family tree (our family in Guam-for my daughters trip), I also found out he went to university and lived in Long Beach (Calif.) when he was younger. I was totally surprised, I never knew that! Okay, that's my 'strange-coincidence' piece, haha! I also relate to your day, much like mine! Stay well ~ER~

miss*R said...

I remember how Daisy loved to sleep with the curtain open so the moon would shine on her face..
what kind of motorbike did your dad buy? do you ever go pillion?

do you realize it is nearly 2 years since our paths crossed? enjoy your midsummer as I enjoy my winter solstice xo

solsticedreamer~laoi gaul~williams said...

robyn, my dad has a selection of bikes~a 1942 matchless, which was a war time dispatch bike he has restored, an old bsa, a newer triumph and the new one is a harley dyna-glide...he regretted selling his last harley so that must have been his crisis!
i was brought up with bikes, he has had them continually since the age of 16 and i love going off with him!

miss*R said...

yay a Harley !!! that is what we have.. I was brought up with bikes too.. but Speedway bikes, not road bikes... and I had a dreadful fear of them until 2 yrs ago I got onto Joe's Harley and haven't looked back.. I love it!!
when we come over to the UK we hope to hire a Harley for some of the time we are there.

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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Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France