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


i woke up to a pale blue sky this morning and after watching the crows fly in and out of the great old oak that looks down over us i got up for coffee and breakfast

over time the blue of the sky deepened to a darker blue as i walked the few minutes down the hill to the warm memorial, my framed picture of my great granddad clasped in my arms.

i have no qualms abut going down to the small remembrance ceremony in our village~although i am a pacifist and dearly wish we lived in a world without conflict i refuse to not commemorate the life and death of my great grandfather john, my great great uncles john and george in the first world war~nor all of those lost in wars,

although i set off feleing not too bad  the end of the short ceremony i was stiff and aching and by the time i got home i could hardly move~so, after checking with swampy that he had no plans for us to go out, i have changed straight into my pj's so that if i get any worse i don't have to struggle out of my clothes.

its clouding over now and i am wondering what to do with my day~i started a pair of fingerless gloves yesterday with some lovely Rowan Felted Tweed yarn so might well do some crochet until my fingers start to complain.

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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.

Chief Seattle

Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France