rise and root

***

~*~*~*~
by the gorgeous bohemian wild roses~thank you me dear xoxoxo


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

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"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

~the blanket of mist~


there is a blanket of mist over the forest today that is slow to lift


i lit a candle last night
i sat for an hour under the stars before a fire, burning earth-spirit incense
thinking of the passing of a soul to the summerlands
 hoping my thoughts would help in this journey to a new beginning.

then today i saw that
rima and her community lost a truly special person last month

and dear robyn lost her friend last week


 people i do not know and people i am connected too in different ways
 but loss is still the same whatever the connection.


so today finds me feeling that the mist layering itself across the trees of this ancient forest has caught me in its arms-i feel encased in a blanket of sadness and lethargy


for the last few days i have been strongly feeling the coming of spring, the great wheel has turned and the air is slowly warming-twice now we have walked across the forest with no coats, hats or mittens, with the smell of the sun warmed heath filling our noses and the gorse bright yellow in the green.
so perfect

we have crocus, daffoldils appearing and the fritillaria in the flower bed i am developing in front of my nook to be a constantly evolving 'alter' look wonderful.


mirroring this my spririts have been high and our little house has been a happy place.

today feels different

its almost as if spring has withdrawn a little to enable the sadness to work its way out into the world, that sadness would not be right under the bright blue sky and warm sun


the mist has now lifted and i am sitting here keeping watch on the windows for a sign that the clouds are breaking  to bring back the sunshine into my heart.

so i can go out and feel the warmth and tend our garden...

4 comments:

Kadeeae said...

I too read these posts with such a heavy heart, what a pure joy it would have been to know him.....

Becky said...

Such sad posts, but at the same time there is always hope. We too have had mists here in Milton Keynes, but not as atmospheric as yours. The wheel will keep turning, take care x

Pixie said...

A beautiful thoughtful post.....i felt like i was there with you.x

Anne-Marie said...

Beautiful poetic writing. I love this blog!

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.



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Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France