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

~this & that from Amalgam~

that is how things are with me at the moment
its all a bit this and that.

i am having what i can only assume is a fibro flare up, one that is lasting some weeks~my energy is drained and what little i do have is sapped very quickly as the first hours of my day pass.

i have been mostly working on my family tree, crochet and reading.
at samhain i pulled the threads together enough to have a fire in the garden and sat for an hour burning incense, feeling the wood smoke soak into my clothing and ponder the new year ahead.

its this time of the year that i feel drawn into two directions~there is my own direction, the world where i follow the wheel of the year, where magic abounds
then there is the 'real' world, the world of muggles!

i am feeling frustrated that although the village i live in is so beautiful, sitting where it is in the heart of the new forest...

dew drop cobwebs...

sharing the space with a few locals...


moss and baby bracken...


a solitary yew...

...it is a very conservative place to live, increasingly full of wealthy conservative people, a place where many people i grew up with cannot afford to buy a home or even rent.
there are days where i feel isolated, very isolated, and visiting some of the blogs i follow only serves to increase these feelings.

i spend my time dreaming of my own  mythical 'Amalgam' the way Bill Bryson did in his travels documented in The Lost Continent~Travels in Small Town America 

my Amalgam is a mix of different areas of Glastonbury, Seattle, San Francisco, Banff and Sacremento,..places i have been to and fell in love with the bohemian aspects of the places. the small, funky independent book stores, cafes, clothes shops, markets...and people, friends.

1 comment:

Laura said...

Selling my cottage this year and moving into a "complex" has really done a number on me. I still want my acres in the mountains surrounded by nature and not humans, but due to my health issues, it just isn't possible. I am going to look into that Amalgam. It sounds very interesting.
Hang in there.

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