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


the winter solstice is knocking on the door and the darkness here is total.

daylight starts appearing around 7.30am and returns around 4pm~it feels like i should be hibernating, in fact i think i partly am.
i have had little motivation to do anything except read, a little crochet or catch up on my history/archaeology programs and films.

today swampy and i spent a little time de-cluttering~my work room had become a bit of a dumping ground and i had to remedy that thinking that it was the reason for my lack of motivation in my crafting.
it looks a whole lot better and i have taken out a wooden chest that was taking up valuable floor space.

after yule i shall start to get busy with some new ideas for the wylde apothecary

this year we will not be attending the private ritual at stonehenge for the solstice~our present health means we cannot stand in a ritual for two hours and so i shall be (if it is not raining) having one of my small rituals in my garden with a small fire and incense.

we are also all ready for our family christmas, i have a pile of books to wrap and plans for food~especially a vegan fudge i have seen, i have a jar of spices to make mulled wine and 15 month old sloe gin that needs decanting and sampling.

yule/christmas is quiet here, living in the heart of the forest we are free from the commercialism that is rife this time of the year. on christmas day we all gather at my mums house and on boxing day they they come and spend the day with us. all the other days it is quiet time at home.

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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