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

~Ahem!~

Ahem! Cough! The Pixie puts her bossy head on...My dear sweet pea.....did you not accept the Honest Blogger Award? Do you need to re read the statement? You are not to worry about spilling out. You do not need to feel guilty or sorry that you blogged about this. You ARE among friends and we care very deeply for you. Your pain is our pain and it is shared between us, our shoulders are wide enough to carry it...honest! And if we can lighten your pain just a little then it's all worth while.
Remember, you are loved, in all your aspects.


well now...Solsticedreamer stares down at her green booted feet feeling a bit teary...

a lesson for all of us honest bloggers here...

we must not forget why we have all been awarded the Honest Blogger Award...and i obviously did forget...

* Speak our truth from the heart and tell it like it is.

* Share openly and honestly our true feelings without fear of judgement, Blame or shame.

* We write to share our achievements so others can also share our joy.

* We write about our bad times too, knowing that the love and support of others is around us and perhaps heal another’s pain in the process..

*We are human beings will real feelings and emotions and REFUSE to hide behind a mask.

* We dare to be different

* We are Free Spirits

* We realsie that by spilling out, we lighten our load.

* We acknowledge our strengths and weaknesses and don't see them in terms of success or failure.

* We laugh together and cry together

* We are all following our own journey in our own unique way


maybe coming from a family who have always held in thoughts and emotions have held me back in being open about things?

maybe in this time between samhuinn and the solstice is the time to let go of all the old hindrances of my upbringing and finally move forward to being the true free spirit that is lurking inside?
to accept thats its okay to lighten my load and not hide behind a mask any longer and that at this time i can share with others what is going on with me and my body right now...

thank you pixie for putting me right {hugs}

5 comments:

Sue Simpson aka - The Purple Pixie said...

You are very welcome my love and no thanks are needed. Remember, letting it out does no harm...it's keeping it in that does all the damage. Argh...this bloody British stiff upper lip!
By the way....and chance of a photo of those green boots?
Love ya xxx

Mel said...

well, I'm glad she put you to rights on that one!!


(((hugs))

Suzi Smith said...

lol... ms pixie talks sense! what a loving reprimand, pix.
Its funny isn't it how we don't hesitate to share the 'good' stuff but hesitate to show the other side...
sending loving healing thoughts xx

Sue Simpson aka - The Purple Pixie said...

Come here sweetie....(Gives great big hug). Are you feeling any better? You know I love ya xxx
You gonna join in my collaboration with your wonderful writings?

GooseBreeder said...

Accept and be thankful.Good wishes.

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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