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 visitor~

i had a really nice surprise today.

i had just sat down to e-mail a friend before settling down to some revision when i heard the very loud thudding of a motorcycle in our little cul de sac. i didn't pay much attention for people are always getting very lost, ending up here, turning and going...the other day we had a very entertaining five minutes when a man with big car and bigger caravan made a wrong turn and found they way here!

the sound got louder and i looked out of the window to see a large motorcycle pull up behind pippin...curiouser and curiouser...they my brain finally started to register...
it was my dad come all the way down from his home in a little village between Tewkesbury and Evesham 125 miles away. he had set out at 7am,taking the scenic route and stopping to see friends on the way.
his partner Adele is in Australia visiting her son and so dad and the cat 'peep' are home alone.
i have to say he looked great too-he still wears very old fashioned motorcycle gear, wonderful, worn knee high boots and a big red, silk paisley scarf wrapped around his neck...although the helmet was a very new, posh Harley one...all in all very dashing!

one of the collection

oh it was such a fantastic surprise-as pippin has been messing us about so much we have not been to visit them for months, the only trouble is now i feel sad.

as many of my older readers know my dad and i are very close with a great deal in common.
when i lived at home and before he left to follow his own path in life i would spend hours with him in his room watching as he painted or made the intricate little models for his business.
the stereo would always be on playing anything from classical and opera to john denver, neil diamond or the carpenters (right now his album of choice is mark knopfler and emmylou harris 'all the road running'-actually i sent it to him for his birthday)

his room would always smell of oil paint and there in the corner would be his easel in the corner with art work in progress, his finished paintings covered the walls~he would exhibit in a gallery in lymington but was never keen on selling! his models would be everywhere also and this was his business, selling to collectors worldwide until he had a heart attack in his early 50's and had to slow down a bit...notice i said 'a bit'?!
out of curiosity i have beed doing some investigating online only to discover his work has become very collectable and when a piece does come up for sale people are paying very high three figure sums...they have even been sold at Bonhams...

it makes me so proud to know he has made things with his own hand that people wish to own and love.


Rose said...

bittersweet... I think we have all felt that sometime. The models sound lovely and bike is beautiful! All that chrome...

Rowan said...

What a lovely surprise it must have been to see your dad, I hope you both enjoyed your unexpected time together.

miss*R said...

fantastic! don't you just love the sound of a Harley, there is something about it.. maybe when we come over, we could meet your dad and go for a ride with him. We are planning on hiring a bike for a little time while we are there.. of course, it depends on the weather.

how exciting that his work is highly collectable!!!

miss*R said...

oh and where in Aus. is his partners son??

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