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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

come join us...

"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

~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.


i woke up to a pale blue sky this morning and after watching the crows fly in and out of the great old oak that looks down over us i got up for coffee and breakfast

over time the blue of the sky deepened to a darker blue as i walked the few minutes down the hill to the warm memorial, my framed picture of my great granddad clasped in my arms.

i have no qualms abut going down to the small remembrance ceremony in our village~although i am a pacifist and dearly wish we lived in a world without conflict i refuse to not commemorate the life and death of my great grandfather john, my great great uncles john and george in the first world war~nor all of those lost in wars,

although i set off feleing not too bad  the end of the short ceremony i was stiff and aching and by the time i got home i could hardly move~so, after checking with swampy that he had no plans for us to go out, i have changed straight into my pj's so that if i get any worse i don't have to struggle out of my clothes.

its clouding over now and i am wondering what to do with my day~i started a pair of fingerless gloves yesterday with some lovely Rowan Felted Tweed yarn so might well do some crochet until my fingers start to complain.

~a sofa day~

today is a sofa day
actually i have had a few sofa days this week

i am having a bit of a fibromyalgia flare up as well as a lot of pain from osteoarthritis making typing this very painful~so this could well be a short post but i am determined to start to blog regularly.

the weather here in this ancient forest is a typical dark, stormy winters day. i was in the garden earlier watching as swampy was using foraged birch and hazel sticks to make a makeshift fence. we still have some nasturtium flowering and my pot of canyon sage has many little purple flowers and smells gorgeous when touched~releasing a spicy scent into the air.

our black elder is going a bit wild and swampy took off two long thin branches-these are going to be dried and sanded and will be created into wands to be sold at the wylde apothecary next year. i have also been going through the seasoned branches we have in the shed to find some good pieces for my new inspiration-decorated wooden pendants/amulets/talismans.

i have also had some inspiration on making medieval scrip bags so watch this space...


my samhain, my real samhain, was a quiet one.

i lit candles in the home and in the garden, little lanterns shedding their small light into the ever growing bare patches that have been left by the plants returning to the earth.

a lantern burned on my garden altar, the light glancing off the antlers that are sprouting from a slowing disintegrating skull

i broke up some thick dry sticks, stacking some beside me and lit a fire in my cauldron, lit a charcoal disc and sat watching as the flames slowly caught and engulfed the sticks.
the charcoal turned grey and i sprinkled on some samhain incense blend from star child~the herb infused smoke mixed with the wood smoke, spiralling into the dark, damp air.

so i sat in the damp garden soaking in the heat from my fire, adding more sticks to the cauldron, more incense to the hot disc

i thought of my ancestors, 
of the huge ancestral tree i have been adding to and working on
new found family whose blood flows within me, whose eyes saw life as it was in the 1500's in villages near to and within this ancient forest i call home.

i also planted my seed intentions for the dark days and weeks ahead

i am feeling so much better after our trip to glastonbury~the energy there is indescribable, i can feel it for miles around almost as a shimmering energy that gets more intense the closer you get.
it feels as if that energy has charged me up and i feel full of possibilities and hope.

~there & back again~

i have been such a lax blogger, dreadful.

i have had a period of 'blahhhh-ness', my mojo had packed its bags and went on some rambling walkabout.
all i have really been doing is reading, a lot of reading, some family tree work and crochet.
i have had no motivation for anything and days would go by without even turning on my laptop.
last weekend we packed up, hooked lilith onto the back of pretty pagan and took to the road...

not far outside of salisbury we stopped for a quick stopover to stretch our legs, flynts included. usually we stop for a nice mug of tea at this bus but this time we were running late and had no time for tea.

can you see where we are heading?

my spiritual home beckons...

but the low clouds kept hiding avalon from sight

samhain can mean only one thing...meeting up with friends for the weekend and the fairy ball and witches market.
we set up camp at the avalon campsite only minutes from the centre of glastonbury and as it was getting dark we settled down with mugs of tea and our books.
for the next two days we spent our time at the shops and witches market, drinking hot chocolate in the blue note and soaking in the atmosphere.

we stopped at the chalice well and collected water from the white spring.
the white spring temple was closed to my great disappointment and i clung to the iron bars gazing in at the cold darkness, hearing the healing waters flowing feeling like a prisoner in reverse.

all to soon it was time to pack up and come back to this ancient forest
but glastonbury has worked its magic and i have come home full of inspiration and my samhain reading of my shamans oracle cards has only emphasised this feeling

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