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

~finding my way~

Well here i am again.

I am trying to get myself back into a routine and start blogging regularly again.

More importantly I need to get myself back on my spiritual path, I feel as if I have drifted far from the path I was following. Oddly enough my friend the Welsh wizard recently said exactly the same thing.
I try to work with either my tarot or shaman oracle each day, accepting whatever card is given me, placing it on my sacred space.
I have even taken out my incense to improve on my Yule blend to burn over the coming weeks. My pestle and mortar scrubbed ready to grind up my juniper.

Even better I have started to think again about my crafting for the wylde apothecary, I have some antler points and gorgeous agate nuggets which are crying out to be created into something.


Well I am sitting here and feel a little excited as a few rays of sunlight are breaking through the clouds, I love the winter, I always feel it is my time, but all the rain we have been having is quite draining on the soul. I feel quite cooped up, not even being able to sit in the garden.
Today I plan to wrap some gifts and then maybe sit out even if it's just for ten minutes.


Sandies' Patch said...

Little steps back to you.xxx

jill said...

Hi Laoi, Hope you are well. It is so long since I posted on my blog Iv forgotten how to. I have had so many things going on in my life and ill health that time goes by so fast, I am going to start again someday soon if I get my mojo back. Look forward to seeing your posts,take care Love Jill xx

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