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

~through the window~

good morning dear bloggers
thank you for your continued good wishes

i am out of bed today, wrapped in my big wool shawl, sitting at my desk in the bedroom looking out at the garden.
the sun is shining and white clouds are scudding
across the sky and the wind blowing the tree's.

its been a strange winter, not many days of cold or frost, no snow or ice down here the way we had last year when we were stranded in our village for about a week.

we have had some things flowering in our garden the whole winter, in fact it feels as if we have had an extended autumn and now we have Oimelc~La Fheile Bride upon us...but i shall talk about this another day.

right now i am going to wrap my shawl tighter around me and go and put food out for my wild bird family...

have a good day where ever you are


thought you might enjoy these words...

Io Isabella danzando ne prati
I Isabella dancing

Verdi della primavera
on the spring meadows

Girando e girando, cascando e cascando
Turning and turning, falling and falling

Nel mondo delle elfi sognando
Into the world of the elves dreaming

Mi prendono la mano, mi portano lontano
They take my hand and they take me far away

Mi prendono la mano, mi portano lontano
They take my hand and they take me far away

you can hear it here

read: The Desperate Romantics
taste: Bran and almonds
see: Sunshine in the garden
hear: The Visit~Loreena McKennitt
smell: Tara Healing Incense
touch: Wool shawl
think: To sit in garden
feel: A need to go to Glastonbury


Rowan said...

So glad that you are feeling better and are up and about again. Don't try and do too much too soon though:)

jill said...

Hi Laoi,Im pleased you are feeling better and up and about again.We have had very few frosty mornings here,I just said to my daughter this morning after all the snow we had for the last 2yrs it doesnt seem right not having any this year,suppose there is time yet tho.Love Jill xx

Kadeeae said...

So happy that you're feeling perkier now! *H*

You're so right, Oimelc draws near . . . I still feel slightly out of snyc as we've not had any real winter, as much as I dislike truly cold weather, I need my seasons! lol

Miss Robyn said...

we have had a weird summer here.. rainy, misty, cold.. with a day here and there thrown in of hot, hot, hot! bulbs are starting to pop their heads up thinking spring is coming.. very odd indeed

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