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

*the outside brought in*

dont forget to click on the photos!

the morning of the day i took to my bed (yes i was out and about, if a bit snuffly, thinking it was just one of the symptoms of my m.e) we went to mudeford for a bit of sea air~watched fishermen casting their nets and pulling them in...empty.

swampy has been taking photos of the developing sacred garden all week, to make sure i miss nothing...this is how it is looking now, the grass coming up nicely and plants flourishing...he loves the poppies, i the california poppies...

swampy popped into the village one day to stock up my yogurt supplies, leaving the back door open~when he came home he found this young dunnock had hopped its way into the living room. a bit of gentle herding and he was soon back in the garden where i am glad to say he soon joined up again with ma and a sibling

my jam jar of sweet peas and lupins~my bed faces the window so i have spent the week watching all the birds feeding

today i have three spikes of lavender from my two bushes beside the front door, in an old coffee jar beside me bed~alongside my wind-up radio, a small rabbit made of Liberty fabric (i adore Liberty), my ipod nano in its jolly orange, merino wool jumper i knitted for it, ginger and orange Badger Balm, my glasses case, Palmers shea butter and an old Bunnykins bowl that holds my jewellery and cough sweets!

i found the jar, when living in dorset, the farmer cleared a ditch, which was obviously where in times past they would just dump their glass...as you can imagine i had a great time sifting the mud for any exciting finds!
~ the jar has 'mitre coffee & chicory essence' on one side, one the other 'kearley & tonge ltd, London'~i wonder if it tasted like 'camp coffee'?


my mum and sister popped in earlier, well my sister stayed outside despite me assuring her i was now no longer infectious, while mum came in with a bag of groceries in order to feed swampy up-as if he is starving?!...along with a pack of caramel shortcake for when i feel better! they only stayed five minutes so i had a quick bath and hair wash, while i had the energy and now sitting on the bed...note i said 'on' and not in~despite feeling really unwell this morning i am now feeling 'not too bad' and enjoying that 'fresh pyjama' feel and the breeze coming in through the window.


miss*R said...

I love this! just the daily bits.. oh I would die for the sweetpeas.. I must remember to plant some this springtime.. and look at that garden! it will surely be the Sacred Space you dream of...Lee, it is just divine.. congratulations to you & Swampy in creating a perfect haven.. oneday, we will sit out there and have a cup of tea!

I know you sent me a piece of that flint that I spy near the sweetpeas... tell me about it.. I cannot remember where it comes from.

I have been using badger balm for my headache.. love it!

solsticedreamer~laoi gaul~williams said...

the two flat stones (i think i sent you that) is cornish slate which my sister brought me~the half piece of flint i found near my old cottage in dorset...it had a geode in the middle~something i have never seen before!

i cannot wait to sit in my garden and drink tea with you :) i must hunt down the most pefect of teapots...

mama p said...

I am sorry to hear you're sick~been out of the blogsphere for real-life attention-getters. But so very glad to hear you're on the mend! And happy to catch up. I love coming to the Roundhouse, dreadful illnesses or no. Beautiful garden!

al hayball said...

Looks like you are on the mend..garden looks fab!

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