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

~up & about~

well i have been up and about for a few days now and feel so much better

unfortunately the weather is not nice here at this time so i am not able to get out in the garden.

i have been doing some crafting, putting items in etsy, reading and crochet~i found some lovely sock yarn so creating myself something nice with it, not socks however!

i also had a nice surprise in that someone has bought one of my bracelets on etsy!
the odd thing is, it was one i was shortly going to take off as it was an autumn one...i am so glad i didn't.

i have been clearing my mobile phone of pictures and found some i took when i was out before the dreaded lurgy hit.
we had gone into lymington, which is five miles from our village, for some bits and bobs so walked down to the quay...

i love lymington, the shops are on a fairly steep hill that leads to the cobbled street that leads down to the quay.
i lived there for some years before i met swampy~one place was a flat that was above an art supplies shop and my room was the whole of the attic space with a teeny window that looked out over the one-way system at the top of town.

i had also been out walking with swampy and flynt in the forest...

well time to start thinking about food~i shall endeavour to visit you all in the next few days!

read: 'secrets to the grave' by tami hoag
taste: over ripe banana
see: lit tiffany lamp
hear: swampy on the phone
smell: cold air
touch: warm shawl
think: Pretty Pagan has broken down
feel: aches and pains


jill said...

Good to hear you are felling better,that looks a lovely place to visit plenty of little shops to wander around.Keep warm its freezing here in north yorkshire today so it will be a extra blanket and bed socks tonight.Love Jill xx

Rose said...

Glad you are feeling better! Lymington looks lovely!

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