I had an odd and unexpected encounter today. One of those chance meetings that seem small and unimportant yet which leave a mark deeper than we realise at the time.
Category: ancestors
The Marsh King’s Daughter: Bud…The Marsh King’s Daughter: Bud…
‘…The Earth will see you on through this time…’ * …There always is. The Marsh King sinks back beneath the waters with the unnamed Egyptian Princess in his thrall.
Mist on the MoorsMist on the Moors
… We met up with author and blogger Graeme Cumming and his partner for another wander over the moors. We followed a path that leads from a place of hoary
A rift in realityA rift in reality
We were up at the crack of dawn, not because there had been too much wine the night before, which might have been expected during an evening in an Italian
Reaching RealisationReaching Realisation
The purpose of language is to convey meaning. We cannot convey meaning directly because it exists in an invisible mental realm unique to the individual. We all live in slightly
A Journey at SolsticeA Journey at Solstice
I wrote this a few years ago after a journey through the English countryside one Solstice. As the vernal equinox marks the turning of the year once again, I thought
A Simple Soul?…A Simple Soul?…
* Bright. Free. Easy… * Or superficial? Blissful in ignorance rather than poised, tight-rope like, upon the very lip of uncertainty… * We have no words for it, this ‘traffic
A place of peaceA place of peace
We had met for lunch and to discuss School business as usual, then, with the afternoon ahead of us and the weather clearing, we took a walk through the wooded
After the Flood…After the Flood…
* ‘After the flood Noah lived three hundred and fifty years.’ * When men began to increase on the earth daughters were born to them… The Sons of God saw
One name…One name…
Tarot Card – The Lovers: ‘open up and get out of the way.’ * ‘Leaf and flame hath but one name’ * Yva followed on Abadam’s heels, “O Abadam,” she
Like time…Like time…
Tarot Card – The Chariot: The balanced psyche moves forward without hindrance in the world. * “I see a chariot coming over the plain.” *** “…The next day Connor Cruel-Crest
Lazarus…Lazarus…
*** Tarot Card – Death: although the ground is strewn with body parts a glorious sun rises on the horizon. * ‘Loose him and let him go’ John 11.44 ***
A misbehaving mindA misbehaving mind
“Susan…” I was never called Susan. Except when I was in trouble. I looked up; Miss Bedford, blue eyes wide under raised brows, looked down with a severity belied by
SEE: December Zoom Cyber Room…SEE: December Zoom Cyber Room…
*** A Dickens of a Christmas! Tonight our talk mixes the mystical darkness of the solstice plus a little humour… ‘Timeless Darkness’ – Three days of liminality… And what to
SEE: November Zoom Cyber Room…SEE: November Zoom Cyber Room…
Rider Waite Tarot *** A Walk with Death… Death is one of the most important things about our lives, and yet many people have remarkably shallow views on it, preferring
Portals…Portals…
* “In the programme…” said the man wearing a green-kilt, * * “…the portal-stones lead to another time.” * * “He’s referring to a television programme,” said Wen, quietly. *
Where do they go to?…Where do they go to?…
* …And the Wood-Stone started to glow, White it was… * * And I felt an impetus to take flight, but only as far as the end of the passage…
Into the Hill…Into the Hill…
* Further vindication of our unscheduled return was granted upon re-entering the chamber. The free standing stone and the facing stone, which were separated by space and shadow, were both
Inner Sanctum…Inner Sanctum…
* The thing is… It is impossible to ‘do’ such sites in one visit. In fact, it is not possible to ‘do’ such sites at all. If anything, they
The road home…The road home…
* Wen and I are back on the road which leads past Bryn Celli Ddu… We had to double-back to the hotel because someone called down ‘Cloud City’ before we
Nice weather for ducksNice weather for ducks
It has been raining yet again. So much for getting anything done outside today. Walking the dog will be enough. The camera is getting used to it by now. Though
Hidden Avebury…Hidden Avebury…
* … And from Needles of Stone, to Avenues, or at least, what remains of one… * The ‘Mary Line’ which we had been following from Cornwall runs right through
MistletoeMistletoe
This picture was taken in early spring last year, just as the world began to warm itself in the pale sunlight. The place was Pilton, a little village near Glastonbury
The Great Mystery: Dreaming…The Great Mystery: Dreaming…
* The mystery conspires with the animal world whose souls so resemble the purity and innocence of a human child. * It recognises the miracle of life in both seed
The Great Mystery: CrowdsThe Great Mystery: Crowds
* The mystery needs no shrines or temples save those that nature provides. * It may be met in the shadowy heights and aisles of a primeval forest, on the