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


today we remember all of those fallen in war

today i think of

~my great granddad johney gaul
born in Wales to parents from Kilmacow in Kilkenny, Southern Ireland and one of ten children.
he died of wounds in Flanders on 17th September 1918 age 27.

the words that have been passed down the family recounts johney as a little bit of a loveable scoundrel~he had been in the navy and had jumped ship in portsmouth where he met great gran nellie-maud betteridge. he settled in portsmouth where he would tour the pubs, playing his accordian and singing until being dragged out by nellie.
he had been injured fighting on the somme in 1916, being sent to Netley Military hospital to recover. his return to france was in 1917 where, being seen off by nellies mother Elizabeth and sister Liz at portsmouth, he sat on a pile of crates and sung 'when i leave this world behind'~this was the last time he was seen by them.

'I’ll leave the sunshine to the flowers,
I’ll leave the springtime to the trees;
And to the old folks I’ll leave the mem’ries
Of a baby upon their knees.
I’ll leave the nighttime to the dreamers,
I’ll leave the songbirds to the blind;
I’ll leave the moon above
To those in love
When I leave the world behind,
When I leave the world behind'

~my great, great uncle john betteridge.

he went to france as part of the British Expiditionary Force in 1916 age 19 and he died on 21st October 1918 in a prisoner of war camp of influenza aged 21.


Rose said...

We should never forget.

Rowan said...

All those young lives snuffed out in a moment. It's good that they are still remembered by those who come after them.

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