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

~a night garden & a bookcase~

swampy was out taking photos of the garden in the dark last night~and calling into me how amazing the nicotiana was smelling~the white ones shown here i grew from seed, never imaginging how large they would grow. they seemed to just grow and grow, and many times i would wonder if they really were going to be what was excepcted. now standing about 4-5 foot high~while the smaller ones i bought at the farm shop to fill in some gaps stand at a dainty 5-6 inches.

as yet i have not been out at dusk and smelt them~its only today my nose is feeling unblocked, so tonight i will.

also yesterday, well into my moontime, but feeling ambitious as well as a little stir-crazy, i suggested we go to look at paint, wood, stone slabs and then maybe go to ikea~so i ended up sitting outside of ikea, on a bookcase, hunched over, desperately trying not to be sick, while swampy hurried off to the car park to drive round and load both me and bookcase into pippin. we hurried home and my lovely swampy made me a hot water bottle while i pulled on my pyjamas and collapsed on the sofa.
i have found the older i get the worse i become each month.
is it wrong to wish to become a crone early?

returning to my bookcase~we had not planned on going out to buy one, the original idea had been paint for our living room. but the paint colors i had chosen from my 'forever house' scrapbook, were not listed and so i have had to bring home new charts and start again. typical.
our old bookcase has been slowly falling apart~it was one that we picked up from outside a house back in dorset~they had obviously just bought some new stuff, because one day driving down the lane we saw a pile of goodies with a sign 'please help yourself' so we did and it has served us well but on its last legs.
so yesterday when faced with a larger, much sturdier one that had been reduced in price to £39 from £70 we dived in and treated ourselves.

...looking at that photo made me realise how glad it will be to get it painted! when we moved in every wall of the house had dried tea/coffee stains and crayon marks on them! my ideas for color for this room are a chalky white/grey with the main wall and wall with chimney in a muted green color
~what do you think?~

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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