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

~of things~

i have a lot of 'stuff' going through my head...its a daytime 'washing machine head' experience.
actually i think 'washing machine' is too modern, too mechanical for me.

i think 'springs and waterfalls' is better...i like the idea of the rushing water and the sound it makes...


sometimes i try hard not to hate some people, the unknown people who think it is acceptable to throw their rubbish from their cars, those who harm living beings~whatever species they belong to.

i know hate is an especially harsh word/feeling.

not all of my feelings are so harsh

 there is also suspicion

suspicion borne of my ragingly accurate intuition
i have had it the whole of my life and have long accepted it as part of my soul journey

i remember picking up on things when i was 7-8 years old and my feelings have never failed me.

its hard sometimes to have this feeling, especially when it is screaming at you~to have to sit by silent.

anyway enough of that...

i had one of my night time bursts of inspiration last night with regard *alittleeclectic* so today will be devoted to creating and i shall be giving my swampy a little poke with one of the many sticks i have around the house to get on with some lino print designs.


now as i sit here the rain is pouring down~its like looking out at a waterfall rushing down outside the window, so another day of not being able to get out in the garden.

however on an exciting note i may well be having a 'girl cave' in the garden!
this came about because valuable floor space in swampys 'man cave' (the shed build into the footprint of the house) is taken up with Evangeline so i suggested that if i had a girl cave then she could be placed on a rack on a wall and i could instal a table, chair and shelving and it could be a nice place for crafting, reading, meditating.
i think swamping is seriously considering this and just to keep the idea 'live' i am searching out smallish, second hand sheds.

of course my mind is going into overdrive at the thought of a 'girlcave' and how it would be decorated...lovely colour paint...little curtains at the little windows...i must not get over excited until it is actually sitting in the garden!

well now my creative juices are flowing so time to get out crochet hooks and felting needles!


mel said...

omgomgomgomg girl cave!!!


i LOVE it. i have an extra long stick that stretches all the way across the Atlantic to prod Swampy in a girl-cave-building direction!!

my grandad decorated a little shed for my sis and i when we were little and i LOVED going in there....it had curtains and wallpaper and a little table and chairs...


happy crafting!!


Sandie said...

Slightly green-eyed at the thought of a 'girl cave' LOL! (Yet apart from the 2 cats I live on my own!)

I too have had this sort of intuition thing, sometimes it's a blessing, sometimes an irritation, especially when you are not sure exactly what it's trying to get you to understand...until it's too late. I've had mine from a very early age, from being in the pram at about 8 or 9 months old! Even now, the sound of 'Drummer boy' brings bakc the visual and thought recall! I even remember things like how the blankets,pillow felt and the temerature!
I must admit though, for a long while I shunned and ignored this 'gift', now especially as I get older and learn of other folk with similar experiences, I try to hone in it if I can. Like you say, it can be difficult in company, unless they are like-minded and understand.

Well, I hope your creativity is in full flow today!
Have a great week,

Sandie xx

jill said...

Your own girl cave now that sounds a good idea.Love Jill xx

Rose said...

Really interesting to hear about your intuition. Hope what ever you wanted to scream about has resolved itself... And I know what you mean about rubbish...

Lizziefae theglitterwitch said...

Oh my I so would love a girl cave or a little shepherds hut painted lovely colours or such like but alas my garden is teeny *sighs*

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