rise and root

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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

~poems & past posting~

good afternoon dear bloggers

after a few nice sunny days the new forest has become grey and chilly-i am not happy because i had an alert this morning from aurora watch stating a red alert for being able to see the aurora borealis, possibly this far south.
no chance of that now!

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i hope you like the poem i now have at the top of my blog.
 it was written for my by my dear friend who not only weaves magic with words but creates the most beautiful jewellery in the world.
you really must drop by and have a look at her place



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well now

*Evangeline*

Evangeline is my bicycle~some of you here remember when i bought her, but for my new readers here is her story...



she is a french Motobecane who lived her life in northern france, spending her last years being ridden around paris by a girl who could not bare to leave her behind when she returned to england.
however once here she languished in a garage until she was put up for sale.

at the time our home on wheels was pippin, our converted french h-van and i thought they would made a perfect couple so i bought her.

we cleaned her up a little, replaced the breaks, added a bell and basket then swampy sprayed her with clear lacquer-perfectly preserving all her little dents and dings.









see this here...






this is not an original part of the bike and this is what i wrote in my blog post back in may 2009...

...looking closely i realised that it was not original to the bike, so naturally i had to do some investigation and discovered that it is some kind of hand stamped token/icon (i cant find the right word here!) from an Augustinian nunnery in Avesnes in France. being the kind of person who loves to check maps i had a look for Avesnes
only to discover it is close to where my great grandfather Johney Gaul died and is buried.
i have to say that freaked me out, not in a bad way though
given the distance he is buried from family, what are the odd's i have just bought a bike or at least an 'add-on' from so close to where he lived his last days

so you see Evangeline is special to me, i think she was meant to be with me.



4 comments:

jill said...

Love the poem Laoi its lovely you must be so happy with it.Evangeline and you are so meant to be along side each other,she is so special.Love your little french van what I can see of it,I want one.Love Jill xx

Rose said...

Evangeline is lovely and that is so cool about having the token on it that links to your family. I love it when something arrives in your life and you realise it is a gift from an Ancestor. Love the poem too!

Sandie said...

Love your bike! the seat looks comfy too.

Have a great weekend,

Sandie xx

Pixie said...

Oh what a lovely story and what a lovely bike...so so much nicer than the new ones around now...and i bet you will keep her forever. x

ps....And as i am writing this i can see your picture of your feet sporting those yummy birkies, and you have reminded me that i must get myself a new pair. Three cheers for birkies yaaaay. x

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