rise and root

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by the gorgeous bohemian wild roses~thank you me dear xoxoxo


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

~making music~


I have been somewhat distracted and yet again neglected this blog, despite the promises i made to myself.

i have been updating my wylde apothecary blog as i have been making new pendants and some lovely hand/wet felted cord for them...i am really happy how the felted cord has turned out and i love how they look with my pendants.




i also have a sticker-pixie who makes internal/external pagan/witch/fae themed stickers under the guise of Terra Pyksys 

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so let me rewind a bit, back to the moongazy gathering and our night out to the Calne Folk and Acoustic Collective as we have some very talented musicians and singers in our little tribe

we were able to squeeze everyone into Pretty Pagan for the drive into Calne!






the venue was a small cafe tucked away behind the high street and we more than doubled the crowd as we went pouring in.
it was a fantastic night and the music and singing from all those who participated amazing and i wish we lived that smidge closer so we could go more often.




~moongazy gathering~drumming west kennet~

on the wednesday a group of us ended up a few moments down the road at avebury itself








my friend martin and holly-dog





after martin and i spent some time dowsing we all stopped for tea and food at the national trust cafe before heading a few minutes down the road to the west kennet long barrow, passing silbury hill on the way


i had my shamanic drum with me and so martin, kay and i spent some time in the barrow while i drummed. 
it was the most amazing experience. as we went in martin asked the spirits of the place if they would allow drumming and he had a positive response. we slowly walked down to the far end of the barrow and i slowly started a drumming pattern, one that slowly speeded up. after different periods of time i was drawn to stop~not a conscious decision to stop but almost as if a guiding hand was telling to stop for a short time. 
each time i was allowed to drum for longer periods and finally for the last few it felt as if i were being swept up into something more than just drumming, unconsciously my body would start to sway to the beat and it felt as if i were being drawn up into some ancient rhythm.

we also did a little experimenting, sending kay out to see where the drumming could be heard from~from either side of the entrance she could hear nothing and those sitting in the grass atop the barrow could hear it faintly, as if from a long distance.
finally, thanking the spirits of the place, who i hoped remembered me from last year, we left.

walking back down, we met tilli and chappie heading up, so we joined them and then diverted to the swollowhead spring on the way back down
















then it was back to our vehicles and back to 'our' field, driving once again by silbury


next time...open mic acoustic night in calne!

~moongazy gathering~part two...glastonbury~


as ever, while camped up in our little community near avebury glastonbury beckoned...how could it not?
although swampy and i live a two hour drive away daily life gets in the way and we don't visit as often as either of us would like. many of our friends do not even have the luxury of a short two hour trip and so make the most of being so close during the gathering.

this time there ended up being about 8 different groups of us that made our way there. we left early to be sure of being able to park at the car park near the abbey. having flynt with us i like to park up where it is fairly easy to keep an eye on the camper if we leave flynt to have an hours nap (weather permitting) while we shop together

true to form the tor drew us in like some wonderful beacon, i spotted it much earlier than this when it was a speck on the horizon



the day that started quite cloudy so brought us blue sky










we all met in the courtyard of the blue note for tea, coffee, cake and the most gorgeous potato wedges with garlic mayonnaise


then after another look around it was time to head back to camp for more camp fires, music and laughter.




photo courtesy of my lovely dandelion moon


bedtime card reading



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