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

~its here, i can smell it...~

its here
its really at my doorstep
i can smell it, sense it, feel it as a buzzing going through me
those of you here in the northern hemisphere will know what i am talking about if you are tuned into our land and its cycles
stepping out into the garden in the early morning or evening you can feel the turn of the great wheel taking us into the darker days.
there is a slight chill in the air and a feeling of everything slowly giving up the best of itself and drawing back into darkness to regenerate its powers ready for spring.
i find myself having to rush into the garden to make the most of these feelings~i love the chill air and the smell. it is a very particular smell and the energy in the land is buzzing and i feel it reverberating within me.
it makes me feel supremely happy.
its the darker days that i enjoy having a fire in my garden, wrapped up against the chill and burning incense, staring up at the darkening sky...so perfect.
my rowan tree is full of fruit that i had thought of making jelly with but i thought it better to leave them for the birds~maybe if i plant another one we can share them?

i have not been here with my thoughts for weeks now and i have been constantly fretting over this~wondering what you have all been up to.
i have been so busy in my incarnation as the wylde apothecary getting ready for the new forest fairy festival i had little or no time for much else.
 it is now over (a post here on the festival to come!)
and so things are going back to pre-festival 'normality' here in this ancient forest i call home.
i am finding myself wondering what to do with myself over the coming months
of course the wylde apothecary will be gently rolling on
i recently started to learn the ukulele which s proving to be great fun-it is an eddy finn concert uke (a smidge larger than the teeny soprano ones) and i bought a hard case so i can safely take it away with us camping and not worry about damage.
i have a huge pile of books that need reading-although i am reading about 4 books at the moment i can never resist buying more to add to my pile
i need to spend time coming up with some new incense blends~'sister moon' proved to be very popular at the fairy festival and at one point i had to sit in pretty pagan to make up some new packets.
i have a hankering to learn clog dancing but have found no teachers down this end of the country.
i find my mind returning to the idea of delving deeper into druidry via the obod or bdo online courses~but i am torn, part of me wants to delve deeper while another part of me thinks i do not need it...i think its just that i miss my ou work i am looking to replace it.
i am still considering birthing my own shamanic drum
...so many things i want to do!
but or now i need to tidy my work room!


the wild magnolia said...

we are blessed to have so many avenues of awareness in our lives. i am more aware of what is going on around me in the last year.

wishing you well.

Rowan said...

I too can sense autumn's arrival - the quality of the light has changed and the mornings are misty and filled with dew. The rowan trees up on the moors are weighed down with berries this year - a lovely burst of flame among the bracken and heather. I wonder sometimes about doing the OBOD course but so far haven't taken the plunge - maybe one day.

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