drawing symbols of my power on my skin: ~it had to happen...~

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

~it had to happen...~

sooner or later it had to happen

i couldn't hold out any longer

i just had to have one...

blackberry joy...

like birkenstock joy but more technological

no more stupid typo's thanks to qwerty

an organiser so i no longer have to rely on a calender, mobile and filofax to keep everything in order...woe my poor memory!

i admit it, i love my blackberry