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

~a peek into my world~

it was decidedly chilly as i stepped out into our garden this morning, a feeling i love. the honeysuckle and climbing rose we planted earlier this year is evergreen and i hope we will still have a little warmth during the sunny days to give it one last burst of growth before winter sets in...



the birds were singing, and there was that 'smell' in the air~one of falling leaves, wood smoke and damp earth, for during the past week we have had the dawn dew staying on the ground further into the morning. the life we have had florishing in the garden has been slowly going back into the earth and it seems the only thing hanging on is the black eyed susan...




i decided it was time to make my alter part of the centre of our home and so spent some time moving it from its tucked away place in my study/library and it now has pride of place taking up the mantle ove our fire~the centre of the home where it will be seen every day. it not an overlry sacred place, by that i mean it is not laid out in any specific way and the only 'specific' things there are my single antler and two corn dollies~cernunnos and brigid~like my path it is instinctive and there to be touched, changed, moved...



the next stage in my degree officially starts in a few days and so i have been ordering my set books~staggering them i might add as buying them all at once would mean a hefty £80 going out of my bank account! this hefty tome arrived the other day...



...to me this is a dream book, the sort of book to sit on my little coffe table, to be picked up at odd moments, letting it fall open at any page and enjoying what is written there.
my revision continues and i have had to have swampy put one of the extra extensions in my table to take all of my books, papers and files...i think the table is now about 5 foot long...



and now i shall leave you for in ten minutes a lovely soul who we have known for some years and who blogs occaisionally is in todays episode of the hairy bikers

5 comments:

Pixiedust said...

Hi SD, Thanks for the lovely comments about Beau. I thought you'd like him as he's a minature version of Cody. I love him to bits but I'd forgotton just how hard having a puppy is. Your alter looks lovely! I hope the next part of your degree goes well. I started an NVQ3 at collage last week, but its not a course i'd choose to do. I'm still waiting for the open university prospectus I ordered. I fancy doing an Englih Lit or arts and humanities course, having not studied in a long time do you think I'd struggle? How do you find the courses? I hope you and swampy are well. (((hugs))) Pixie xxxx

JuliaB said...

Gosh that looks like a lorralorra hard work! xx

Rose said...

I kind of miss studying.... enjoy!

Mel said...

there's just nothing like the feeling of a brand new book -- especially one that's so full of good stuff. It's so nice to know that I'm not the only book-nerd around...:)

I love your altar -- so simple but very meaningful...I prefer to have an organic, shifting place...just like the seasons we honour..not staged or formulaic...

happy revising...I sorta miss studying too...sorta...

xo

Elizabeth Rhiannon said...

I love taking these peeks into your world, thank you for inviting and sharing ;) ~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