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

~frosty cold~

i finally woke last week to frost and the feeling that winter is here
i have been laying one of my vintage merino wool blankets over the bed at night but i think its nearly time to get down one of my big quilts as last night i kept waking a little chilly during the dark hours.
my internal clock is waking me about 6.30 each morning and so i find myself by 7, standing in the frosty garden in my pyjamas saying hello to the world.
i love being out there before the sound of the traffic on the main road that links my village to the two villages of lyndhurst and lymington. its never a loud sound, more of a deep rumble, but me being me, would rather not hear it at all.
so those times of the day when there is no sound is just perfect~just me and the birds.
things here in this ancient forest is bumbling along nicely.
yule will be here before we know it and i am getting excited at the prospect of the winter solstice ritual with the gorsedd cor gawr at stonehenge.
i met my dad and step mum in odiham last week on a beautiful blue sky day.
we met there because this was where my great aunt eve lived in a small cottage in broad oak from where she would across the Basingstoke canal only meters from the cottage and walk through the woods to the home of the famous redgrave family where she was housekeeper.
my dad spent the summers of his childhood in the cottage and i was taken there a lot as a small child.
i cam away with a fallen branch and three acorns from the two huge oak trees from which broad oak was given its name
 the two oaks outside broad oak cottage

 Basingstoke canal
 my dad sketching the bridge

broad oak cottage
built c1792

old, old bricks


Twiggy said...

I love Winter, we have our huge Winter quilt on now, very cosy !! Your photos are lovely.
Twiggy x

Becky said...

lovely photos especially you and your dad x

Hearthwife said...

Sounds a lovely time :)

jill said...

We have had frosty crisp mornings this week, winter sure is on its way. Blankets are out here thick boot socks, woolly hats and scarfs to keep warm outside on walks. Broad oak looks a lovely place to revisit with happy memories. Stay warm, love Jill xx

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