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

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"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

*lock down-week three-morons ahoy*


well today is week three of the national lock down and week three of my 12 (i have diabetes and so running no risks whatsoever) weeks social distancing.

despite the daily toll of lives lost there are still utter morons who continue to treat this time as some kind of extended holiday and going to parks etc to enjoy themselves, sunbathe and not observe the appropriate social distancing.

and as for the lycra clad cyclists...don't get me started. 
While there are restrictions on how far we can actually go to have our one form of exercise a day these idiots seem to treat the forest as their personal Tour De France. 
I had to go and pick up my shopping last week and involved a longish drive through the back roads of the forest and i passed maybe four cars.
cyclists however where ten a penny and given the remoteness of the forest i drive through were nowhere near their homes. 
they seem to think its acceptable to come out and do multiple miles through the forest and one of them, on an open, deserted part of the forest...hearing the one car driving up behind them...steered themselves into the MIDDLE OF THE ROAD and sat there...for the first time in my life i beeped my little horn, urging them out of the way.


i think i can safely say that being stuck in is starting to take its toll on me a little...only a little because as a natural self-isolater i am quite happy not going out. but at the same time...if i wanted to go out its not an option unless i go the the village shop/post office/butcher where only three people are allowed in and in  the few minute walk there the chance of actually passing one person is virtually impossible... 

3 comments:

mel said...

You don't have to tell me about the cyclist. Oh. My. Gawd. When we lived out in the country they were the bane of my existence. It seems a universal quality of them to feel entitled and beyond the rules that apply to everyone else. Grrrrrr..

Lovely to find you blogging again! I've been in full-on hermit mode for a bit but am emerging now....and what a fabulous surprise to see your posts!

take care and be well. xo

Yarrow said...

Hi Lee, these are very strange days indeed and sometimes I want to blog again and sometimes I find the words are too hard to form! Maybe though, now is the right time to reform our old community, it used to be such fun :D

Moonroot said...

Glad to find you're still blogging away! Hope you're keeping well and happy during these strange times.

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