Reconnecting with ancient tree
In bogs and birds and basket weaves
It is grand ideas that I conceive.
🍀
Ancestors born of this land
Their DNA is in my hands
Wool, willow, ancient oak
Alive in me, my Celtic folk
🍀
A Spideog from the old world visits
A message she has, tell me what is it?
“The solstice sun entering in-
🍀
It is in darkness that one is born,
surrender, let go, then open the door
Feet in the soil, rooted in land
Let the Love runneth over
I work with your hands”
🍀
In bogs and birds and basket weaves
It is grand ideas that I conceive.
🍀
An ember sparks inside my heart
Feminine creation This is my art
Feminine creation This is my art
🍀
Ancestors born of this land
Their DNA is in my hands
Wool, willow, ancient oak
Alive in me, my Celtic folk
🍀
A Spideog from the old world visits
A message she has, tell me what is it?
“The solstice sun entering in-
Will bring brightness rebirth, and new found passion
🍀
It is in darkness that one is born,
surrender, let go, then open the door
Feet in the soil, rooted in land
Let the Love runneth over
I work with your hands”
🍀
My heart pours out, this season of love-
Beginning of days
Winter I am born of-
Beginning of days
Winter I am born of-
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