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

~living in the past~

no, not the jethro tull song (and a very good song it is too)

i realised today, while having a bit of a dance to the lovemongers and pearl jam while making my porridge, how i reached a certain time and then stopped~meaning that here and now in 2011 i have been existing in a weird 1990's time warp.
its as if i found a time/place i was comfortable in and decided to stay there.

weathering the time and trends that have come along since.

in fact my sister just popped by to pick up my veggie roast for her birthday dinner tomorrow (my little sister is 40 and i am 44 next week!) and drop off 5 cd's of music we made for the assorted parties we would hold in the late 80's and early 90's (the garage party, the garden party, the house party, the beach party~ahhh now they are blog posts in themselves!) and i realised neither has she.

i got up this morning and dressed myself in a pair of black leggings, my green boots, a short khaki dress, oversize man's cardigan and a long blue and white scarf...my sister turned up in black leggings and battered parka coat, black and white scarf and biker boots~it was quite freaky, but in a good way.

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ahh those were the days and i miss them~parties, festivals and the music...and the clothes...my t shirt with the logo 'wild, green and fairly hip' or the one with jelly babies...*sigh*

i keep having little moans on the odd occasion i go into a clothes shop that 'i hate it all' even the new 'old' lets revive the 80's/90's/grunge look. there are times that cannot really be revived because the spirit of the time has been lost and this is one of those times and the little spirit that lives, lives on in poor old souls like me and my sister who cant let go.

i have very specific ideas as to clothes and i very rarely find what i want in shops so they are mostly second hand...well, recycled really from a certain online site...except for my beloved cardigan, a replica of my original one~a la kurt cobain~ that, i am happy to say, the Edinburgh woolen mill still make, and is impossible to find as a recycled item~oh and my DM boots...i have a thing about not wearing someone else's boots.

oh my this picture makes my heart skip a beat...


sometimes swampy will give a sigh as i appear in layers~skirts/dresses over trousers, striped long sleeve tops under floral short sleeve shirts~of often clashing colors and patterns but leaves me to happily meander through my day~although today he was shocked to find me quite co-ordinated. i think i shocked myself actually.

well its time to make some fairy cakes for the birthday party tomorrow and restrain myself from licking out the bowl!




4 comments:

mama p said...

Oh, i love this post, and i love knowing another soul out there who shares the same feelings!! i turn 41 as the spring rolls in this year, and i'm wondering much of the same as you: why can't it be ok? why can't it be what it was, forever? i feel like an absolute alien, some days! and i don't understand at all what happened. the 90's were a magical time for me, where many doors opened and i walked through just about all of them. to call the 'naught-ies' a shock is an understatement. ~le sigh~

Kath said...

This made me smile. I am def still stuck in the 70's. The same clothes, the same music, the same hair (I discovered early on, it was better to let it do its own thing). Shame I dont still have the 26" waist...LOL

miss*R said...

oh do tell about the online recycled clothes shop!!
and I have no idea where I am stuck.. but stuck i am.. somewhere.
lovely post xo

Tina said...

Ditto :-) Feel best in Jeans and T-shirts... 80s music is what makes me dance around and smile immediately, exept for some singers I discovered after...
Tina

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
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