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

~blessings & sloes~

alban elfed

the autumn equinox

the last harvest
the light of the water


here in the north we reach the point in the great wheel of the year where for a time everything stands in balance between the light and the dark

its the last of the harvest which began at lughnasadh and we give thanks to the goddess for her bounty

we find ourselves moving into the darkness where the sun will grow weaker and the days shorter.


this morning i stepped into the garden with my wool shawl over my 'jamas and it really was
we are lucky as we do not live near a main road and the air is much cleaner.
so stepping out and breathing in the chill, clean air felt so good.

the sun is shining and is appropriate for the last harvest i am going out to harvest sloes to make sloe gin~they have taken some finding but my sister finally found enough for me and the creatures of the forest to share.

later i am going to do a little in my sacred garden.
a tidy of my nook (the rambling rose has gone wild while we were away and i have lots of long 'rambles' that need to be tied up...next year my nook really will be a shady spot to shelter from the sun), clearing some of the dead flowers, but of course leaving plenty of winter cover for the small beasties of the garden.
i will also see if swampy will drill out some bamboo stakes so i can make a few small solitary bee 'hives'.

once the nook has been cleared a little i plan on sitting out there





Miss Robyn said...

sounds perfect xo

Willow said...

enjoy your perfect Mabon day :-) I collected sloes yesterday, as it forecast much rain today, and discovered a new place with elderberries so made elderberry syrup to keep the winter colds at bay. blessings to you and Swampy xXx

MorningAJ said...


Crystalrainbow said...

What a perfect way to celebrate the Equinox :) enjoy having some time to 'just be' x x x

Leanne said...

blessings of the season to you Laoi,

Leanne x

Caitlin said...

I just had a nostalgic moment. It's been years since I had sloe gin, my best friend's mother used to make it and I remember many icy, winter nights up north, sitting round the fire with a glass or two.

Pixie said...

Hellooo and hi, yes it is a shame we live so far apart it would of been lovely to meet you down here.
Love the idea of the sacred garden, wish i had a garden...one day perhaps.
Pixie x


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