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

~johny gaul~

93 years ago today my Irish great grandfather johny died in france~a short time before the end of world war one.

it seemed fitting that today Ireland also won their match in the rugby world cup!


i have been doing a bit of crochet today as the pains in my hands and arms have let up a little...

here is the gorgeous piece of flint i found over the forest...

i admit i have brought it home with me...we were walking up by the assorted barrows about a mile from home and i was following a small chalky path.
in this particular area there are hills that, if you look closely enough, have a very distinct look of being boundary ditches for settlements.

as most of you know some of my ancestral roots go back here many hundreds of years and i like to think they go back beyond recorded history.
when i found this i was thinking of my ancestors and how rooted i am to this area when i saw it right at my feet~this long, almost spearhead shaped palm size flint, very distinctive from its neighbours.

almost as if it jumped in my path...


~Willow~ said...

that is a great piece of flint... I can understand it 'jumping' up at you and you wanting to hold it. sometimes I see a stone that I feel wants to come home with me :-))

Rose said...

Lovely to see one of your Irish ancestors. I love these old photos so much. They all look so fantastic...

That flint is a lovely present from your ancestors *hug*

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful way to honour your ancestors. I love it!
That photo is just beautiful. I have a similar b&w, browned edges of my dad, before he went off to fight in WW2.

Happy Monday!
"om shanti shanti shanti"

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