rise and root


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

"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


well here i am again

it is another grey cold day here in the new forest and i have just tested my blood~something i have to do twice daily since starting my morning insulin shots~and it has rocketed since this morning. 
all due to a few small slices of malt loaf...*sigh*
although this daily testing and injecting is so very tedious its a good way of seeing what foods my body reacts to. 
however at the same time it gets me down, really down sometimes, to the point i think, sod it i am going to stop testing and getting stressed and do what i want. then i calm down and remain down but continue to test.
i have to make an appointment with my diabetic nurse at our village surgery so have decided to discuss my low moods.

i don't know how many of you out there are diabetic and how you manage~do you get down?

i find it so frustrating that i cannot enjoy eating as i constantly worry about what its doing to my sugar levels.

ahh well.


both swampy and i have experienced a loss in our families since yule.

in december i lost my great auntie joy who lived up in norfolk.
i had been lucky enough to find her and my great uncle fred~my gramps hawkins last living sibling~ through my ancestry work and so had a few lovely years emailing, writing and exchanging photos.

last week we attended the funeral of swampys nephew scott who passed very suddenly a few weeks ago and today we are honouring him for it would have been his 21st birthday.

so this last few weeks have been full of sadness and questions but also celebration for the way scott overcome health problems and was on the verge of completing his degree~but we were all overjoyed to hear at his wake that he is being awarded his BA in november 

~long & hard winter~

my but its been a long hard winter
i have had a lot of flare ups with my bruxism and fibro and my body is coming to terms with the osteo arthritis.
so i have spent many days just sitting on the sofa or sitting in bed.
mostly reading or journalling

i have had no inspiration for anything at all.

just literally nothing

i am slowly coming out of it now, my room has been tided up and the clear desk is giving me some inclination to sit and create.

i think the full moon energies helped and i did a reading with the wild unknown tarot while snuggled up in bed. it was cloudy here and so we could not see her but i certainly was buzzing with life

we have had some gloriously frosty mornings here in this ancient forest

i love getting out in the garden early on frosty mornings, listening to the crows chattering away in the oak.

we have had a bit of excitement here with the grounding of the hoegh osaka between southampton water and the isle of wight.
we we drove down to calshot which is about a half hour drive from us and it was so busy~like a hot summers day~with people going down to see it

we took flynt and had a lovely walk along the beach hunting down fossils and hag stones

i have been moving music onto my ipod...

watching Vikings again before season three starts in march...

and loving this...

leveret has been sulking because we moved the sofa and armchair and so chose to sleep on my boots

and loving the new earth pathways diary

~bits & bobs~

yesterday i wanted to go to Lymington market to buy a gorgeous waistcoat i had seen on my last visit and so with the pennies in my pocket swampy drove me there...

 lymington market is a charter market and was established in 1250 and lymington itself is a small, beautiful Georgian town. it was so busy it was difficult to take as many photos as i wanted so here are a few. ..


on a cold, clear night we had our village christmas evening, when the road was closed, the lights were lit and most of the village turned out for the lights, carols, mulled wine, mince pies and meeting with friends...

all under a beautiful full moon...


here in this ancient forest we have had some wonderful hard frosts and the garden has looked quite magical

on opening day we went to see The hobbit~The Battle of the Five Armies and so i took my Dad's old copy of The Hobbit and i wore two of my Hobbit badges. as expected it was an amazing film but i came away bereft that it was the final one


i have recently started to re-read the Avalon books of Marion Zimmer Bradley.
I was introduced to the mists of avalon many years ago as a teenager in my first year of college (i just worked it out and it was 30 years ago!) and i still have my original and very battered copy.
this book was the first book i had read that really made me realise that the things i felt and believed about the world around me were something bigger than myself, that such things did exist and that other people believed the same.
due to the times they were published i initially read them out of chronological order but since getting all of the books i now read them chronologically on a regular basis and they never fail to stir my soul and affirm my spiritual path.
if you haven't read them i suggest you start!

now the day really has dawned~my candles are still burning and the incense smoke has ceased and it is time to get on with my day...

~solstice blessings~

*brightest Solstice blessings*

 to all those who stop by to read this blog

artist signed as EFB

i am up before dawn, sitting in the light of my yule tree, waiting a bit longer before i carry my candle lit lantern and cauldron of incense into the garden for dawn.

my little village sits in a natural bowl and my little home on the hill that leads down to it so any sunrise comes to me a little late, although this morning i believe it has been a cloudy night and will be a cloudy dawn with no sign of the spark of the returning light~apart from the spark that i feel within me.

now we are all going to slowly awake from from the winter darkness and bring into being those dreams we have been incubating over the dark months. the inspiration and wisdom we have found from our dark inner journeys  can be brought out and and allowed to grow in the new light.
our visions can be birthed.

sunset last night was cold and almost clear and i was out saying a first farewell to the darkness...

and at bedtime i thought it was time to take one card from the wild unknown tarot after months of getting to know the cards...

the daughter of swords


however and where ever you celebrate the winter/summer solstice may all your intentions find the light


the winter solstice is knocking on the door and the darkness here is total.

daylight starts appearing around 7.30am and returns around 4pm~it feels like i should be hibernating, in fact i think i partly am.
i have had little motivation to do anything except read, a little crochet or catch up on my history/archaeology programs and films.

today swampy and i spent a little time de-cluttering~my work room had become a bit of a dumping ground and i had to remedy that thinking that it was the reason for my lack of motivation in my crafting.
it looks a whole lot better and i have taken out a wooden chest that was taking up valuable floor space.

after yule i shall start to get busy with some new ideas for the wylde apothecary

this year we will not be attending the private ritual at stonehenge for the solstice~our present health means we cannot stand in a ritual for two hours and so i shall be (if it is not raining) having one of my small rituals in my garden with a small fire and incense.

we are also all ready for our family christmas, i have a pile of books to wrap and plans for food~especially a vegan fudge i have seen, i have a jar of spices to make mulled wine and 15 month old sloe gin that needs decanting and sampling.

yule/christmas is quiet here, living in the heart of the forest we are free from the commercialism that is rife this time of the year. on christmas day we all gather at my mums house and on boxing day they they come and spend the day with us. all the other days it is quiet time at home.

~this & that from Amalgam~

that is how things are with me at the moment
its all a bit this and that.

i am having what i can only assume is a fibro flare up, one that is lasting some weeks~my energy is drained and what little i do have is sapped very quickly as the first hours of my day pass.

i have been mostly working on my family tree, crochet and reading.
at samhain i pulled the threads together enough to have a fire in the garden and sat for an hour burning incense, feeling the wood smoke soak into my clothing and ponder the new year ahead.

its this time of the year that i feel drawn into two directions~there is my own direction, the world where i follow the wheel of the year, where magic abounds
then there is the 'real' world, the world of muggles!

i am feeling frustrated that although the village i live in is so beautiful, sitting where it is in the heart of the new forest...

dew drop cobwebs...

sharing the space with a few locals...


moss and baby bracken...


a solitary yew...

...it is a very conservative place to live, increasingly full of wealthy conservative people, a place where many people i grew up with cannot afford to buy a home or even rent.
there are days where i feel isolated, very isolated, and visiting some of the blogs i follow only serves to increase these feelings.

i spend my time dreaming of my own  mythical 'Amalgam' the way Bill Bryson did in his travels documented in The Lost Continent~Travels in Small Town America 

my Amalgam is a mix of different areas of Glastonbury, Seattle, San Francisco, Banff and Sacremento,..places i have been to and fell in love with the bohemian aspects of the places. the small, funky independent book stores, cafes, clothes shops, markets...and people, friends.

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