Yey! Back on line and feeling like the bad luck that was lurking has passed, thank goodness. Had a really rough couple of days, mainly due to the fact that I came down with tonsilitus but had to go to work, felt awful, but at least it seemed to go as quick as it came thanks to anti-biotics, now I'm just a bit sneezy. Christmas is coming soooo fast though and I've still got so much to do, luckily I've finished work now for the holiday. I'm already getting used to the lie ins. I haven't worked out what to do for the winter soltice either, I want to cook a meal for my mates as I'll be away over Christmas but not sure if I'll have the finances.
Christmas is a funny time, there are so many traditions we uphold, and most of the time we have no idea why. Like Christmas trees for example,we just take it for granted that every year we get a tree and stick it in our living room. This year my christmas tree is pink.(it's not a real one obviously) It has an angel on the top that I made out of a decapitated Barbie doll, some pink material and some tin foil. I remembered reading somewhere how the angel could be a symbol of the goddess, as trees and the goddess are closely associated. So this year my tree has taken on a magical significance, my beautiful pink tree is honouring the trees and the goddess.
Sparked by a post on Ginab's blog and my pink christmas tree I thought I would post a poem I wrote a while ago about trees. As you can probably tell I'm rather fond of them.

Steadfast memorial to all that has passed
Living monolith, celestial mast
Reaching onwards your tributaries strive
Swaying in rhythm while the tempest she drives
Your motley plumage trembles and dithers
Burgeoning shoots grow and then wither
Pushing the earth your foundations entwine
Subterranean revolutions your tentacles wind.

The turning wheel in perpetual motion
Alters your form with boundless devotion
Which once was green burns up like fire
Devoured by the earth’s hungry desire
Bewitched and beguiled you fall to a sleep
While we climb the mountain of winter so steep
Then you awake, when the spring gives permission
And we behold your new guise, a seraphic vision

Ancient friend what have you seen?
Did they behead you to honour the 9-day Queen?
Who have you harboured from the sun and the rain?
Did they clamber and scale you, your fruits to obtain?
Were there witches hung from your boughs?
Did they cut you and carve you with loves sweet vows?
Did they worship you and dress you with ribbons and bows?
Do you feel the cool steel of the axe when it blows?

Nature’s precious child, home to the meek
Secrets of my ancestors, whisper your leaves
Can you recount the knowledge I seek?
Where is it destined, caught on a breeze?

Reign the landscape and rule your land
May you be safe from mans pestilent hand.
For you are nobility of the highest degree
You show the whole world what it is to be free.

For you are the majestic magnificent tree.


Yuletide greetings!