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

~and relax~


well swampy and i had to go and venture into Southampton today to get a final few gifts for my family and we were dreading it, imagining the hoards of people we would have to battle through.
amazingly it was no more busy than a regular saturday and so the whole thing was quite relaxed.

As usual i went into waterstones and swampy bought me the most perfect gift...



i have always adored everything moomin related and first read the books back in the early seventies when i first learnt to read and even now i read mooninland midwinter every yule (i have a few pages left of this years re-read and plan on reading it tomorrow evening at bedtime)


this morning my beautiful magpie had to sit for a cuddle before we went out...

 

i gave my shaman drum a bit of loving care yesterday, damping down the skin a little as i had planned on using it for a yule pathworking i was doing with my soul systers in the evening. unfortunately i was feeling so tired and unwell i couldn't drum but was able to do the pathworking.


unfortunately swampy made a bit of distracting noise as well so i am planning another pathworking tomorrow morning when he is out with flynt. this gives me a good hour to sit in front of my altar and start my pathworking with some drumming.

my yule altar...




we have things looking festive here, paper chains and fairy lights in the hallway
candles and fairy lights in our living room


i spent one happy afternoon watching White Christmas


working on my festive yule blanket of classic granny squares...


and i love my tree...


2 comments:

Jopan ofmanypets said...

Your house is so NICE! My house is coated in dog hair and clutter. I'm so jealous. Your alter is beautiful.

laoi gaul~williams said...

thank you Jopan :) however we have a pet hair issue having flynt who is always shedding his spaniel fur and three cats so i hoover every day...and as for clutter...well i hide it well!

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.



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Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France