rise and root

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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
Showing posts with label cernnunos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cernnunos. Show all posts

~and so where now?~

 
where now indeed?
 
 
what is important for me is to try and maintain the feelings this trip and my experiences brought me.
i know there is no way that those exact feelings can ever be recreated, in the way of everything they are part of the movement of life and they have moved on with the air, flowed away with the water that comes from the swallowhead spring
 
 
as with everything we must move forward, grow, change and develop
and that is where i am now.
 
i need to move forwards in order not to stagnate and develop on the feelings and change that i experienced during this initiation
my experience was too important for me not to lose it in anyway and with anything we have to make sacrifices in order to maintain something so special.
 
with all important things in life sacrifices are made, not the sacrifices of old of course but sacrifices nonetheless...
 
like so many of us social media has become an important way of keeping connected with friends and family but sometimes i have days where i feel i am keeping connected too much and i can find precious hours have passed me by while i have been busy keeping connected.
 
that is my sacrifice, to limit that connection aside from my daily connection with my family, tribe and wylde systerhood, and keep focus on the other...not to become too involved in the general of facebook or indeed the internet as a whole.
 
of course sometimes that is difficult to maintain, especially when i am not feeling at my best and my motivation is taken over with tiredness and pain...but i can at least try
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


~ravens~


i woke this morning to my mobile telling me it was -10, the heating had yet to click on and as i sleep with the curtains open the bedroom was so cold...i just about managed to reach out an arm to turn on my local radio to find out how cold it had been across the south.
generally it was between -13 and my own -10.

it is now -1 and the blue sky been replaced by the cloud that has drifted from the north, and swampy and i are sitting here wondering if it will start snowing as expected.

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so ravens!

i have been doing pathworkings for a good 7 years now but they are not regular as i only do them when i get the 'pull' to do one. i find if i just do one it is never successful.

since the beginning i had always hoped to have some hint of my totem animal but mostly any messages relating to this have been very vague.
it took some time before Brigid became apparent and even then it took lots of signs, mostly in the form of rowan's to make me sure~the same was with Cernunnos, it took forever but i got there.

i have to say i was quite frustrated with the slowness of my animal totem.

finally i had a pathworking that gave me some clue~a generic 'black' bird and deer, but i needed more.
so of course i kept myself alert to external hints~was it a blackbird or a member of the crow family i kept asking myself.
it had to be specific.

i have a collection of antlers here at home.
 i just had this feeling i had to have them~a single 6 pointer on my alter, a full set 6 pointer with the front of the skull hanging on the back wall of our garden and another single 6 pointer just hanging in my nook (writing this i am now pondering the number 6! and i will say the set with the skull was from an animal found dead in the woods by the forestry people)

well the 'deer' soon revealed itself
we went for a walk in the forest and one day a small herd crossed the pathway in front of us, lead by a large stag...
then a solitary stag walked within feet of the camper when we were going to get our yule tree...
then finally when we were driving from our village out of the forest i was looking out of the window into the trees and had the fleeting glimpse of the largest (and only one i have ever seen in the forest) red stag with massive antlers.

this pleased me for i finally had the link with Cernunnos and the stag, not the deer as i first suspected.


so i was left with this generic 'black bird'
i went through all the birds i encounter everyday and discounted black birds and jackdaws.
it left me with rooks~now i love rooks, i have ever since i can remember and they make me smile for they always look as if they are wearing some kind of black dress (much like the Hemulen...).
but i wasn't convinced, it just didn't 'feel' right.

well one day last summer we were driving down a lane that leads to a hidden campsite and a small parking spot, so we could walk flynt at our favourite spot. as usual i was looking out of the window only to find us passing a raven at the side of the lane and he looked at us as we drove slowly by.
now i have lived here in the forest for 40 years and had never, ever seen a raven...ever.
it was one sighting but one that excited me, was this a sign?
maybe.
two weeks ago we were driving over to lymington, taking our 'sceainc' out of the way route, rather than the main route. what did we pass but a raven...

finally yesterday i accepted the raven as my other totem animal...

we had a parcel to post in the village so decided to walk flynt at the same time and then walk him to the area of the forest that we have always called 'the common' before walking home again (no Pretty Pagan still) while swampy was in the post office i walked flynt down to the bottom of the village and sat on the bench by the ford.
i heard a noise in the tree above me and looking up saw a 'black' bird i initially thought was a jackdaw...it looked down at me then a few moments later flew down in front of me and i nearly fell off the bench for it was a young raven!
it walked around for a moment before a car came through the ford and it flew back up into the tree above me.
at this point swampy came down the road so i walked under the tree to meet him the other side of the road...i looked up and what does the raven do but look down at me again.

do i need any more signs that that i ask myself?

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read: The Desperate Romantics by Franny Moyle
taste: Lemon Tea
see: Rugby Union
hear: cheering
smell: lemons
touch: Flynt
think: when is it going to snow?
feel: cold...very cold

~a peek into my world~

it was decidedly chilly as i stepped out into our garden this morning, a feeling i love. the honeysuckle and climbing rose we planted earlier this year is evergreen and i hope we will still have a little warmth during the sunny days to give it one last burst of growth before winter sets in...



the birds were singing, and there was that 'smell' in the air~one of falling leaves, wood smoke and damp earth, for during the past week we have had the dawn dew staying on the ground further into the morning. the life we have had florishing in the garden has been slowly going back into the earth and it seems the only thing hanging on is the black eyed susan...




i decided it was time to make my alter part of the centre of our home and so spent some time moving it from its tucked away place in my study/library and it now has pride of place taking up the mantle ove our fire~the centre of the home where it will be seen every day. it not an overlry sacred place, by that i mean it is not laid out in any specific way and the only 'specific' things there are my single antler and two corn dollies~cernunnos and brigid~like my path it is instinctive and there to be touched, changed, moved...



the next stage in my degree officially starts in a few days and so i have been ordering my set books~staggering them i might add as buying them all at once would mean a hefty £80 going out of my bank account! this hefty tome arrived the other day...



...to me this is a dream book, the sort of book to sit on my little coffe table, to be picked up at odd moments, letting it fall open at any page and enjoying what is written there.
my revision continues and i have had to have swampy put one of the extra extensions in my table to take all of my books, papers and files...i think the table is now about 5 foot long...



and now i shall leave you for in ten minutes a lovely soul who we have known for some years and who blogs occaisionally is in todays episode of the hairy bikers

~a simple spirituality II~

my spiritual path maybe simple, but it is also very much a constant, everyday spirituality~ one i cannot get away from, i cannot imagine my life empty of the thoughts and feelings i have for the world around me.

the wheel of the year flows in its constant circle marking the constant change taking part both within me and the world around me



*triads*

reverence for the earth, ancestors and gods~the land, sea and skies

the life energy flowing sunwise~the flow of divine energy

~which comes from the connection with the spirits of the land~*wind*rivers*

*tree's~the standing folk*



*stones*



~which comes form the ancestors and gods~the song of the land of my ancestors.





a comfortable, uncomplicated, but at the same time deeply complex path followed over years

finally being defined~a new 'old' path to follow, but one that is familiar.

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