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"
i have been awake since about 4 this morning, as i always sleep with the window open the sound of a howling wind rushing through the trees woke me.
today is like winter and the sky a dark grey
on a good note i managed to go shopping with swampy yesterday and did not need to lay down to recover when i got back home! also we finally bought the paint to decorate our living room, it has taken nearly a year to get this far and we still have the bedroom to do. still, as i always say, its our forever home so whats the rush?
i guess my rush is to obliterate all traces of the previous occupants~of course that would be viable if we didn't keep having 'money collectors' sending them letters all the time! at first i would post any letters for them as 'not known at this address', however when a letter came from a law court with the name obscured, i opened it, fearing my bank robbing days were over and mentally sending my swag bag to a charity shop (joke honest!). i found it was for so-and-so, requesting the pleasure of their company in court for unpaid whatever. so i started to open all the letters, is that wrong do you think? oh so many letters from oh so many companies requesting money...lots of money...running into four figures kind of money.
needless to say i phone all of these companies whenever a letter falls through my letter box, explaining why it was not so-and-so phoning with offers of payment and how they have not lived here for nearly a year. i think that has solved it for we have had no letters for a while now. it just felt horrible and intrusive, so you can see why i have this need to paint over my home's past.
All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
1890-17 september 1918~France
~a community of persons with artistic or literary tastes who adopt manners and mores conspicuously different from those expected or approved by the majority of society~
''The beauty of the trees,the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass,speaks to me. The summit of the mountain,the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea,speaks to me.The strength of the fire,the taste of salmon,the trail of the sun,and the life that never goes away,they speak to me. And my heart soars."