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


i meant to write earlier but became sidetracked~as you do~ and now i find myself tired and needing to get some sleep before i am up early to go shopping with my sister tomorrow.

usually swampy and i go each week but yesterday Pretty Pagan was taken off on a trailer to have a clutch problem sorted.

we are hoping it does not cost too much but we had to cancel flynts trip to the vets for his 'special' operation and my birthday present *sniff*

and of course it is typical as we were just starting to prepare the interior for the little fridge swampys dad had given us that runs off of a gas bottle and a little oven.

still never mind...

i was just posting this to remind myself of something i want to write about, and write about properly when i am awake!


there we go, so now i am off to bed and watch this space for my post about ravens!


Rose said...

I am really looking forward to your Raven post! Hope Pretty Pagan gets well soon! (and cheaply...)

Pixie said...

I have to say, that Ravens happen to be one of my favourite birds, they have an intelligence, that i don't think, any other creature has on the planet....a sort of knowing....if you know what i mean.


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