rise and root

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by the gorgeous bohemian wild roses~thank you me dear xoxoxo


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

~a wandering soul~

during the 'coming down' period after camping with all our lovely friends and meeting even more new friends while in avebury i have reached the inevitable low i always feel.

i miss them all so much.

the trouble we have is that we are spread right across the country and so between times we have to be content with keeping contact through the forum, social networks (see, thats why i went back!) and phone calls and texts.
in an attempt to keep local folk connected people have been arranging picnics and meeting at different sacred sites and so swmapy and i have taken the plunge to get some of the stonewylde 'southern belles' together here in the new forest, to fill the 'lean' time before our next big camp in august for the book launch.

it may just help until our tribal gathering in august...but it seems so far away.

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i have also been feeling restless and suffering a tad from wanderlust~i always do after we have been away in 'pretty pagan' and of course over here its festival season and i so miss my festival days.

the wanderlust i feel is always transplanted into how i view my surroundings and this then turns into dissatisfaction with my immediate surroundings.
its silly i know, i have plenty to feel thankful for and to be honest i cannot put my finger on any one specific thing...its just my wandering soul which i think is in my genes...

my dad is a wandering soul~throughout his life he jumped from job to job never happy until he gave up the rat race to live with his art, his motorcycles and an ever expanding train set.
his dad, my grampy george was a wandering soul~living his life aboard ship in the navy and constantly travelling the world and finding home on a house boat on the thames.
and i guess all those mariners and bargemen ancestors of mine going back hundreds of years must have been wandering souls to choose life at sea and along the canals rather than settle down to life on terra firma.

so that has boiled down to me, here in my little 'roundhouse' in this ancient forest, with itchy feet to get out into the world and explore...



7 comments:

dubgirl said...

Thanks for sharing the song of solomon, I have never heard/read this before. Wouldnt it be lovely to be able to be a 'wandering soul' all the time, as the saying goes - its the journey not the destination that counts, take care x

Kath said...

This really resonated with me, I come from a family of wanderers. I could cheerfully live a nomadic lifestyle but my husband is a settler.
I know the feeling you describe very well x

Kadeeae said...

Would happily wander my days away . . . :)

jill said...

I have the itchy feet syndrone at the moment,I love Scotland and havent been for quite a while and think Im home sick.Nothing wrong with having a wander now and again. xx

Steph said...

A wandering soul feels trapped every so often and it doesn't matter where they are or have been. They just feel it ! I remember being on board ' O ' anchored in a bay. I looked landward through the porthole, the woodland and beach picture-framed and wanted to be THERE just because I was HERE. Bit like a cat who wants to go through a door that has just closed ! The trick is to be happy to be here, but look forward to being THERE. If you look back, banish regret.

Pixiedust said...

I could have written that post myself it sums up exactly how I feel at the moment. Especially after my trip to glastonbury last weekend to see carrolyn hillyer and nigel shaw at the chalice well, i'm sure you and swampy would have loved it. Can't wait to see some pics of pretty pagan. Pixie xx

Celestial Elf said...

Great Post,
I thought that you might like my machinima film of
The Song Of Amergin, A Samhain Story,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aZsoPRqWqw
Blessed Be By Stone and Star
Celestial Elf ~

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

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France