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

~not so bad...~

trouble just waiting to happen...

...that is how i see the week that has just passed

swampy had gone up to the malverns and left me and cody to our own devices~and i was dreading it so much, but it was also an experiment. how would my m.e manage doing everything, everyday for a week i wondered to myself.

well it managed, it was hard, but it managed.
around the home i did everything needed to keep it clean and tidy, prepared my meals, cooked, did washing, hung the washing out to dry and bring it in again...you know all the things i mean!

the only thing i had to do was rest between each thing, i couldn't do it all in a big lump and carry on to my next task~each was done slowly with a break in between so usually by 4pm i was shattered and that's when i would give up on everything except cook my dinner and feed cody~the comfort of the sofa and documentaries on the tv was all i did in the evening, my brain wouldn't even function to read.

walking cody twice a day was my hardest task. as he is an english springer spaniel he has vast amounts of energy~and i mean vast! i knew i could not just walk him on his lead. so every day i would take him over to the area of forest the villagers have always known as 'the common'~it is only a five minute walk to get there but with a pulling, tugging springer in a rush and m.e shouting 'i cant go that fast!' it sometimes seemed like forever...especially on the way home again...uphill...with a panting, muddy, wet but still pulling springer! but it gave him a great run off of his lead, allowed him to jump in and out of very muddy stream and eat horrible things. i will spare you this.
usually i had to towel him off when we arrived back home and this i did sitting on our garden path, by now too tired to stand...towel him off, stagger inside and have a rest...until housework tasks or his final walk of the day drew near...

and guess where i am going now my mug of tea is finished?

you guessed it~out with a tugging, pulling springer!

but the good thing is my swampy will be back later today!


Rowan said...

Glad you've coped OK on your own - it's actually surprising what you can manage when it's a matter of having to even when you'd think you couldn't possibly do it. Bet Swampy will get a great welcome though:)

Patty said...

I'm glad that the week is over for you. Don't worry about the things that did not get done, Housework isn't going any where. If it did mine would have left a long time ago ha ha. Glad your swampy wil be home soon.

Anonymous said...

Well done you! Spaniels have too much energy, even for those without m.e I have a couple of friends who suffer with it, i'm sure they would have struggled.

spirit said...

I think that you have done really well under the circumstances...well done.I can empathise as I have psoratic arthritis and also have to pace myself.sue x

miss*R said...

sorry, just had to laugh at the vision of you being pulled along by Cody!.. but at least you coped, that is fantastic xoxo

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