Once I lived by the Avebury circle, as a youngster playing beneath the stone, fairies pixies and nymphs were acted out. Now full circle I have come, having moved from East Anglia in recent years. Returning to the west now only an hour from Stone Henge, you could say coincidently I find myself here… full circle in the comfort of the stones.
Beautiful pictures reminding me today, thank you.
You’re welcome Ellen. I have always wondered what the residents of Avebury get from the stones. Whenever we ask we are met with blank stares. Most people perhaps, unlike you, put up barriers…
As children we got adventures and magical fantasies that obviously shaped (or warped) my imagination. Though it may have been inherent in me, we will never be sure.
Continued from Part Two The dream continues… We are frozen, the dragon and I. He cannot be seen, as he is mirroring my every move, behind me. My fingers explore
Every so often, I need a break from whatever is currently occupying my attention. Occasionally, I will watch a film. These are usually whatever I can find online and I
As a Captain in a blackened stormScans a ravaged horizonTo find rotating hope:Not only where but whoThe ship, by edge of darknessLocates the world beyond the seaSo we, with storm
Part Three of The Unseen Sea: adrift in the enneagram The busy square is suddenly hushed. He watches as the four-year old girl with the golden hair runs ahead of
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Once I lived by the Avebury circle, as a youngster playing beneath the stone, fairies pixies and nymphs were acted out. Now full circle I have come, having moved from East Anglia in recent years. Returning to the west now only an hour from Stone Henge, you could say coincidently I find myself here… full circle in the comfort of the stones.
Beautiful pictures reminding me today, thank you.
You’re welcome Ellen. I have always wondered what the residents of Avebury get from the stones. Whenever we ask we are met with blank stares. Most people perhaps, unlike you, put up barriers…
As children we got adventures and magical fantasies that obviously shaped (or warped) my imagination. Though it may have been inherent in me, we will never be sure.
And why shouldn’t you…
I suspect it’s inherent in most people if they’d only give it a chance…may even make them a bit happier…
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Someday I’ll see these in person. The photos are stunning, the real thing….
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‘Tis said that fairies have been seen at Pentre Ifan, resembling little children with red capes.
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Having seen similar stones in Ireland, I do get the feeling!