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

~thank you~

i want to say a big thank you to those who commented on my last post.
i came here today to apologise for writing such a 'down' post.
but then i thought no, that's okay, its fine to write down what i am feeling if it reaches out to people and makes them feel not so alone in their situation.
i am getting there, getting there in that i am not going to let this get the better of me.
i had a wobble yesterday, a fit of frustration.
i thought i would help swampy out in the garden a bit, the sun was shining and it was warm, it felt nice.
but it seemed everything i did or suggested was 'wrong'~i tried twice, maybe three times and then gave up, not having the guts to explain why i came indoors and slumped on the sofa yet again.
it was a really lovely day yesterday and if it were not for the black dog i would have really enjoyed it.
i think maybe this fibro flare up is getting me down too.
but enough of that.
i have started jani francks
creative journaling
yesterday (well really today as i was not wanting to be online yesterday) and i am already loving it.
i went mad and bought a moleskine sketchbook for it, which is not so bad as my present moleskine notebook has a paltry two pages left after my last couple of entries have been rather extensive.
there is something special about a really nice journal...
i am excited as i have been invited and  applied for tickets for swampy and i to join the gorsedd of cor gawr at Stonehenge again for the alban hefin/midsummer gorsedd at stonehenge.
remembering the midwinter ritual i just know this one will be special...but getting swampy out of bed and at stonehenge for dawn?
well that will be interesting!
i have moved myself from the sofa into my room and plan on putting some shamanic drumming on and working with some preseli bluestone for the wylde apothecary.
apart from the 'frippery' i have made nothing for days as i have not wanted to work my negativity into my creations, which i think is fair enough.
but today i think its time...its time to override the black dog as much as i can so i shall play my shamanic drumming, burn some Tibetan healing incense and see what the song of the stones tell me to do...


Miss Robyn said...

don't even apologize or second guess your posts... I did that in England, alot.. and if i had listened to the fear then i would not have created the wonderful blog of travel that I did... people like to read real posts.. if they don't then they don't come back xoxo much love and blessings xoxo dear Lee.

Becky said...

Sending positive vibes and hope you are feeling better x

Sandies' Patch said...

Glad you are feeling more up to being creative, I always think that the creativity pushes through the 'Black dog' saves us misery and torment!
Looking forward to seeing your creations.
Bright Blessings! xxx
sandie aka Rosie crafter

laoi gaul~williams said...

thank you all :)

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