rise and root

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by the gorgeous bohemian wild roses~thank you me dear xoxoxo


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

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"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

5 days of enchantment~day 3

...this post i will not be leaving in draft!
 
 
 
here we are at day 3 of day 5 with jani
 
and we have reached
 
fire
heat, warmth,
celebration,
 community, release, festival,
wheels
 
 
oh my but do i love a good fire, the best are ones lit outside and the burning is just leaves and wood~i so wish i could bottle the smell of wood smoke.
i shall tell you a little secret...if i am anywhere near a good old 'bombie' i make sure i stand in the smoke to absorb that smell and there are many nights when i go to bed smelling of wood smoke from my own little fire here in my garden...
 
one of my samhain fires
 
living here in the forest we get a lot of bonfires and if we are heading somewhere in pretty pagan and see wood smoke drifting across our path i quickly open the window to allow the smell in!
 
i think this love goes well with my being an air sign as the wood smoke moves on the drafts of air to reach me...
 
 


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All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.



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Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France