rise and root

***

~*~*~*~
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

~there & back again~


i have been such a lax blogger, dreadful.

i have had a period of 'blahhhh-ness', my mojo had packed its bags and went on some rambling walkabout.
all i have really been doing is reading, a lot of reading, some family tree work and crochet.
i have had no motivation for anything and days would go by without even turning on my laptop.
last weekend we packed up, hooked lilith onto the back of pretty pagan and took to the road...




not far outside of salisbury we stopped for a quick stopover to stretch our legs, flynts included. usually we stop for a nice mug of tea at this bus but this time we were running late and had no time for tea.

can you see where we are heading?



my spiritual home beckons...


but the low clouds kept hiding avalon from sight



samhain can mean only one thing...meeting up with friends for the weekend and the fairy ball and witches market.
we set up camp at the avalon campsite only minutes from the centre of glastonbury and as it was getting dark we settled down with mugs of tea and our books.
for the next two days we spent our time at the shops and witches market, drinking hot chocolate in the blue note and soaking in the atmosphere.






we stopped at the chalice well and collected water from the white spring.
the white spring temple was closed to my great disappointment and i clung to the iron bars gazing in at the cold darkness, hearing the healing waters flowing feeling like a prisoner in reverse.








all to soon it was time to pack up and come back to this ancient forest
but glastonbury has worked its magic and i have come home full of inspiration and my samhain reading of my shamans oracle cards has only emphasised this feeling





3 comments:

Laura said...

welcome back! i know exactly how you mean. in talking with a friend yesterday it seems that many of us "witchy" folk are having this same sort of thing happening. and everyone seems to be coming back to life within the past two weeks or so. we think there must be some great astrological/cosmilogical thing going on...
blessings
~*~

ambermog said...

welcome back and so pleased you had a fulfilling Samhain in Glastonbury

laoi gaul~williams said...

hi ambermog, yes my time there has woken and inspired me as it always does!

hi laura, yes i agree there does seem to be some kind of awakening going on-i love it!

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