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

~home again~

so we are back from the crazy festival madness that is busfest.
we were lucky enough to (almost) have the freedom to camp where we like which had me jumping up and down as this meant we could camp up at a small grove of trees that had a collection of modern man made standing stones among them~something i have wanted to do for many years.

so my immediate neighbour was some lovely trees and a standing stone with woody nightshade growing at its base and it was here that i set up a little impromptu altar and i hung my lanterns in the branches of the tree.
i even took Evangeline and while the site was quiet would take myself off to cycle the roadways of the site knowing i could safely look up at the Malvern hills while moving.
i did actually help swampy a little this time but would mostly sit and read or crochet~listening to and watching the buzzards and dreaming that i had a home up on the hills.
a few mornings we woke to a heavy mist

my friend from Scotland tam with 'step daughter 'o mine' louise

and/or rain

but mostly the weather was glorious with the occasional amazing clouds
swallows resting from their play

i forgot my cauldron for a fire so at night we had to be content with our lanterns
we bought some goodies

this camp kitchen was a lucky find~that very morning i had said to swampy i would like to have the option of not cooking in the camper and walking to my favourite vintage stall i found this sitting there waiting for a nice new owner! in the 13 years we have been going to vw festivals we have never seen one of these for sale~it is something a trader would buy, restore and sell for pots of money. we paid the humble sum of £35 for the 'kitchen', stove top and gas bottle (with gas in) so that night we cooked under the sky :)

dressed as a vintage gym teacher
my friend roland from germany
had amazing sunsets

and i braved a scaffold tower



jill said...

What beautiful sunset pics such stunning colours, Pleased you have had a lovely time hope you are rested.xx

Hearthwife said...

Looks a lovely spot you nestled into :) and sounds like you've had a really nice time.

We need (the 'need' list grows, lol) a lightweight firepit option to take with us. Would love a great whopping cauldron, but not very practical . . . unless we unloaded everything else! lol

laoi gaul~williams said...

thank you jill~i have nearly regained a stockpile of 'spoons' to replace those i lost!
hearthwife~our 'cauldron' is a gas bottle cut in half with three scaffold legs welded to it and painted with heat resistant black paint...it takes an awful lot of heat! but we have a very hefty lwb van which can take the weight!
i will keep you in mind in my ramblings around the web for something lightweight!

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