drawing symbols of my power on my skin: ~bleeee~

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

~bleeee~

the bruxus is still with me so trying to maintain calm, drinking liquorice tea and looking at the book i bought while out shopping for my eCourse with jani franck.

i also came home with a lot more fruit and vegetables than usual and the latest copy of 'yoga journal'

this week it is as if a big old light bulb...the old fashioned kind...a proper bulb shape!...has pinged to life in my head...

but i am afraid this bruxus is getting the best of my so need to get myself a hot water bottle for my stiff neck...

hopefully tomorrow will be the day that i can write the post i have been trying to post for a few days!