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

~bits & bobs~

yesterday i wanted to go to Lymington market to buy a gorgeous waistcoat i had seen on my last visit and so with the pennies in my pocket swampy drove me there...

 lymington market is a charter market and was established in 1250 and lymington itself is a small, beautiful Georgian town. it was so busy it was difficult to take as many photos as i wanted so here are a few. ..


on a cold, clear night we had our village christmas evening, when the road was closed, the lights were lit and most of the village turned out for the lights, carols, mulled wine, mince pies and meeting with friends...

all under a beautiful full moon...


here in this ancient forest we have had some wonderful hard frosts and the garden has looked quite magical

on opening day we went to see The hobbit~The Battle of the Five Armies and so i took my Dad's old copy of The Hobbit and i wore two of my Hobbit badges. as expected it was an amazing film but i came away bereft that it was the final one


i have recently started to re-read the Avalon books of Marion Zimmer Bradley.
I was introduced to the mists of avalon many years ago as a teenager in my first year of college (i just worked it out and it was 30 years ago!) and i still have my original and very battered copy.
this book was the first book i had read that really made me realise that the things i felt and believed about the world around me were something bigger than myself, that such things did exist and that other people believed the same.
due to the times they were published i initially read them out of chronological order but since getting all of the books i now read them chronologically on a regular basis and they never fail to stir my soul and affirm my spiritual path.
if you haven't read them i suggest you start!

now the day really has dawned~my candles are still burning and the incense smoke has ceased and it is time to get on with my day...

1 comment:

Twiggy said...

Gorgeous photos.

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