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

~random shots of a day~

let me loose with a camera and i take random shots of anything









the last few days have been a bit 'random' here in the roundhouse.
painting of the living room has started, so we have moved everything out, leaving just the sofa and an armchair and the tv, so swmapy can watch baseball as he paints~i have been providing food, moral support and cups of tea.
there is a fine coating of dust over everything and swampy is speckled with a sheen of chalky white/grey and green (sounds a horrid color combination but it looks good honest!
i really hate such disorder around me~order around me helps to balance out the disorder in my head!



so here i sit in my study/library surrounded by folded curtains, bookshelf, piles of books, plants, lamps, and the wooden fireplace surround~listening to Omnia on my ipod~probably too loud...just made swampy another tea and in an hour i am going to be really lazy and watch the Tour de France live.

today is a 200km route from Vittel to Colmar, classed as 'medium mountain route', a mountain stage with two category 3, two category 2 and one one category 1 climb, which is high, really high...above 1 there is 'unclassified'~can you imagine cycling so high?

~now i have evangeline swmapy and i joke about me taking her on the Tour~
i have visions of me, with supplies in the basket, pushing her up the mountains, stopping for civilised cups of tea and a picnic and arriving at the finishing line weeks after the race has finished!

3 comments:

Mel said...

"~order around me helps to balance out the disorder in my head!"

OHH!! I can SO relate to that...how perfectly worded....absolutely captured the contradiction that is me!!

~bb~

solsticedreamer~laoi gaul~williams said...

Mel i am so glad someone can relate to that~i did wonder if some people would think me an utter crazy-woman!

Elizabeth Rhiannon said...

I love the random shots-so simple yet so intriguing-snippets of someone elses life. I like it :) Enjoy your tea...ER

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