You could not wish for a more spectacular setting for a stone circle. Perched high above the sea, with views to distant mountains in every other direction, it is a
Category: landscape
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: AscentThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Ascent
‘The prophet takes over where the mystic stops. The mystic is ascent; the prophet descent.’ – William Everson The bibliomantic reading could not have been more appropriate. From the mines,
A Bibliomantic Tale III…A Bibliomantic Tale III…
* The Great Orme: summit. * Tee minus One-Zero hours and counting… “Pages Four-Four and Four-Five.” “It’ll have to be Nine.” * No 9 (Light) ‘I saw that God never
A Bibliomantic Tale II…A Bibliomantic Tale II…
* Llandudno Bay: the Great Orme. * Tee minus Two-Four hours and counting… No 3 ‘The greatest religious and moral truth to which man must grow is that we cannot
A Bibliomantic Tale…A Bibliomantic Tale…
** “Curses,” said Butch, tugging at his collar in the sticky heat. “Now, what?” sighed Serafina. “It’s another of those Silent Eye thing-a-me-jigs.” “A Walk and Talk Weekend?” “That’s the
Flight of the Seer VII…Flight of the Seer VII…
* Given our quiet revolution, it was heartening that so many of the Companions stayed on after the workshop to play out in the landscape. The feeling was that many
The Feathered Seer – Patterns of enchantmentThe Feathered Seer – Patterns of enchantment
‘The hidden world has its clouds and rain, but of a different kind. Its sky and sunshine are of a different kind. This is made apparent to those
The Feathered Seer – The bitter dropThe Feathered Seer – The bitter drop
‘If you have not lived through something it is not true’ Kabir The fourth ritual took us to a place of fear. Within the local landscape there is a high
Flight of the Seer IV…Flight of the Seer IV…
* “No one else is doing this.” “So far as we are aware.” “And if they are doing it they are not doing it in quite the same way.” *
Flight of the Seer III…Flight of the Seer III…
* …Anyway, a quiet revolution has been under way over the last five years. We have been gradually expanding the boundaries of the temple ritual and nudging it outside and
The Lore-Spinner’s Saga by AlienoraThe Lore-Spinner’s Saga by Alienora
The Feathered Seer: Alienora and Dean were our Lore Keepers, spinning the tales, warp and weft … Since early childhood, I have been a spinner of lore, working, oft-times, in
Flight of the Seer II…Flight of the Seer II…
* …With this year’s April Workshop, we returned to source. Five years ago, The Song of the Troubadour birthed our school and opened the gateway to three levels of Enneagram
Doing what comes naturallyDoing what comes naturally
We were in Castleton, hunting for props for the Feathered Seer. It was a cold, grey morning, but even so, the warm stone of the small Derbyshire town was inviting.
Solstice of the Moon – a Silent Eye Event in ScotlandSolstice of the Moon – a Silent Eye Event in Scotland
Maiden, Mother, Crone Solstice of the Moon Inverurie, Scotland 15th-17th September 2017 The gently undulating and fertile landscape between the foothills of the Grampian Mountains and the North Sea proved
Abiding Moments…Abiding Moments…
Images and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend. * * Trearddur Bay in dawn light… * * The Companions make their way to the ‘Druid Lake’… * * Mountains
‘The Hill in a Dark Grove’…‘The Hill in a Dark Grove’…
Images and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * * Sunday saw the Company approaching our final Sacred Site… * * Re-discovering over breakfast that the burial mound of
‘The Druidic Lake’…‘The Druidic Lake’…
* One by one… * * We divested ourselves… * * Of our outgrown tendencies, which went into the lake. * * The lake which may or may not have
The Pebbled Shore…The Pebbled Shore…
Image and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * As our ‘briefing’ on Friday evening had elicited the information that several of our Companions were ardent pebble collectors… *
Walk on…Walk on…
* Through dead dwellings of the living… * * * * And on… * * Under a dead dwelling of the dead… * * * * And on… * *
Golden Hours…Golden Hours…
Image and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * * It is difficult to conceive, perhaps, the birth pangs of a Giant which stands for a land mass… *
Bearings…Bearings…
Images and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * * One of the good things about our association with The Silent Eye… * * Is that we get to
Going west -a final glimpseGoing west -a final glimpse
We were much later than planned leaving St Davids. All of us had a long way to go before we would be home as we had come together from the
Going west – where ancient sites collideGoing west – where ancient sites collide
Wreathed in mist and roses, the Mother greets those who visit the sacred spring of St Non. The little shrine to the Virgin was erected in 1951 when the Passionist
Going west – The chapel in the mistsGoing west – The chapel in the mists
The chapel of Our Lady and St Non perches no more than a few yards above the steep cliffs and clear waters of the bay. Rising beyond a bank dotted
Going west – a ‘misty, moisty morning’Going west – a ‘misty, moisty morning’
We had enjoyed two glorious days of sunshine in Pembrokeshire. Drawing back the curtains of a room that had boasted a clear view of the sea the night before, it