We were standing close to the River Spey in the grounds of Strathallan church a few miles from the centre of Grantown-on-Spey: one of the gems of the north-eastern highlands
Category: Ancient Sacred Sites
The Way to Dusty Death?The Way to Dusty Death?
We were in Ulverston, Dean and I. We’d just climbed the famous ‘Hoad’ – a tall monument on the top of a tall hill that looks like a lighthouse… but
The Golden Eye of Fiveness (2)The Golden Eye of Fiveness (2)
Sunflower florets are arranged in a natural spiral having a Fibonacci sequence, with different values for clockwise and anticlockwise rotation. Image Wiki CC by SA 2.5 L. Shyamal – Own work. In
The BedouinThe Bedouin
It is said we learn most from those we would wish to emulate. Not copy, perhaps, but take from them an essence of thought, of action. If we are younger,
Dancing with the ghost in the machineDancing with the ghost in the machine
If you’ve ever been involved with anything of an ‘amateur dramatic’ nature, you will know that moment: the protagonist, hated until the final few moments (when the greater picture is
Why not?Why not?
One of the joys of working with the Silent Eye is the people you get to meet. Not all of them are part of the School; most follow their own
Our Song of Truth…Our Song of Truth…
* We circle the Long Stone, feet planted gently but firmly on the earth… Arms and hands hang loosely by our sides… We close our eyes… We breathe deeply… We
Seeds of Sound…Seeds of Sound…
* Our Words of Truth with their intents: EARTH – to become aesthetically aware… CALM – to affirm in admiration… HAY – to treat with equality… EAT – to live
Hearing Beyond Fear…Hearing Beyond Fear…
* We do not take these things lightly. We try to approach them as informally as possible. We want to share their magic and inspiration with others. We want people
Remarkable RocksRemarkable Rocks
Even from a distance, it separates itself from the landscape that gave it birth. After two hundred million years, its many faces continue to laugh at the sky. Its act
North-easterly VII: A final graceNorth-easterly VII: A final grace
“…Manifest thy light for my regeneration, and let the breadth, height, fullness and crown of the solar radiance appear, and may the light within shine forth!” Abbe de Villars,
Heart and Stone…Heart and Stone…
* Long after the tourists, On their metal way, Have come and gone, From Castle Keep… * Long after the last bits, Of scone have flown, From Pilgrims Inn… *
Patterned in Dorset (4 – final)Patterned in Dorset (4 – final)
He did not know how many were up there… Centurion Calogerus stared at the edge of the plateau above him. The vast hill-fort rose from the chalk lands below in
Castles of the MindCastles of the Mind
Do we have ‘castles of the mind’? Traditionally, ancient castles were built where there was trouble… Do we have the equivalent in our minds and emotions? Have we, over the
Riddles of the Night: Templar Shadows (2)Riddles of the Night: Templar Shadows (2)
Imagine a tiny village, just a few miles from a major Derbyshire town, yet unknown to most people passing by on the busy road between Bakewell and Matlock. The village
Maiden Mother Crone, Part 7 – The Dance by Helen JonesMaiden Mother Crone, Part 7 – The Dance by Helen Jones
Reblogged from Journey to Ambeth: It was Sunday morning, and it was raining again. But I breakfasted with friends, warmth and laughter a pleasant way to begin the day. Outside,
Maiden Mother Crone, Part 6 – Rain to Bow by Helen JonesMaiden Mother Crone, Part 6 – Rain to Bow by Helen Jones
Reblogged from Journey to Ambeth: Along winding roads through green fields, the purpling hills beyond, we travelled back to where our journey began – Easter Aquhorthies. We returned to a
A game of three halves (3 of 3)A game of three halves (3 of 3)
Continued from Part Two So, this one day, considered in all its facets, resolves itself into a journey, a destination and an arrival – an arrival at a meeting
A game of three halves (2)A game of three halves (2)
It is, still, all of it, only one day… Though now the winds that buffeted the bed-and-breakfast farmhouse have abated. I look at my watch. We have two hours
Solstice of the Moon: Graven imagesSolstice of the Moon: Graven images
Our last visit of a weekend that seemed to have flown by all too quickly was to a little church on the edge of Aberdeen. The sun finally decided to
Solstice of the Moon: Circles out of timeSolstice of the Moon: Circles out of time
It looked, for a while, as if we might escape being rained on at our second site of the morning, but no… that would have been too much to ask
Solstice of the Moon: Circle of Timeless LightSolstice of the Moon: Circle of Timeless Light
A few stars twinkled above Inverurie as our group gathered for dinner. It wasn’t even raining much. That probably explains why, some time after nine o’clock, when the moonless night
Maiden Mother Crone, Part 4 – Imbalance by Helen JonesMaiden Mother Crone, Part 4 – Imbalance by Helen Jones
Reblogged from Journey to Ambeth: Sigh. I should have expected this. On the last Silent Eye weekend I’d attended there had been a place that had shaken me, unexpectedly, making
Solstice of the Moon: Unfamiliar territorySolstice of the Moon: Unfamiliar territory
It is raining again and about to get worse. You are in a suburban green space between neat-gardened houses, the last place you would expect to find an ancient treasure…
Solstice of the Moon: Circles of PainSolstice of the Moon: Circles of Pain
The weather was beginning to regain its composure, but it was still being temperamental enough to lustrate the companions exploring the mysteries of an ancient landscape. Our next site was