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
Category: Sacred Sites
Of Ash and Seed – ContrastsOf Ash and Seed – Contrasts
It had been forty years since I last crossed the Menai Strait to the Isle of Anglesey and beyond, to the Holy Isle. I had fallen in love with the
Of Ash and Seed – theory into practiceOf Ash and Seed – theory into practice
For an event that lasts for one whole and two half days, ‘Of Ash and Seed’ has taken a lot of preparation! The issue is not that it is more
Facing Oblivion, Scroll ThreeFacing Oblivion, Scroll Three
Greetings, high priestess Camma How humbled I was to receive your message, my love of so many years ago! We of the Roman army may think ourselves focussed and disciplined,
Circles Beyond Time – worlds without bordersCircles Beyond Time – worlds without borders
We left Arbor Low and headed back to the village of Monyash and the pub for lunch. Once again, we seemed to have seen and done far more than should
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 – a simple manGoing west – a simple man
Behind the High Altar of St Davids Cathedral there was once an empty space, open to the winds. In the early 1500s, Bishop Edward Vaughan created a chapel there which,
Going west – the painted churchGoing west – the painted church
It is difficult for our modern eyes to imagine the colour that would once have been present within our oldest churches. The carved and decorated facades, often covered with statuary,
Going west – a wounded churchGoing west – a wounded church
It has been a week or more since the last post about our recent workshop in Wales… illness got in the way of finishing the series, but it would be
Going west – An uneasy peaceGoing west – An uneasy peace
Where do you begin when you have to write about a cathedral? Each chapel, every corner, every nook and cranny is replete with art and history. The sensory input is
Going west – the accidental touristGoing west – the accidental tourist
Frankly, I thought it appallingly bad planning. Could the town not have chosen a different day to ceremonially install their new mayor? It isn’t as if we hadn’t advertised our
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
Going west – Pentre IfanGoing west – Pentre Ifan
It is a magical place. You are in no doubt of that as you walk along the path to the site. Hoary stones nestle in the hedgerow. Bluebells, those delicate
Going west – Carreg SamsonGoing west – Carreg Samson
The jaws had dropped, the expletives had escaped and the cameras were out almost as soon as we exited the car. Even from a distance, Carreg Samson was spectacular, set
Going west – wild thingsGoing west – wild things
As we walked towards Carn Llidi, we were surprised to see a little herd of Welsh ponies grazing on the hillside. These hardy and resilient ponies still live a semi-feral
Going west – Coetan ArthurGoing west – Coetan Arthur
Arthur’s Quoit came as something of a surprise.The huge neolithic tomb rises from the plateau behind St David’s Head, the angle and ridge on the capstone seeming to shadow the
Going west – A field of peaceGoing west – A field of peace
We gathered by Whitesands beach, just outside St David’s in Pembrokeshire… a small group of people from all walks of life, putting aside the cares and pressures of the daily
Where the stones whisper…Where the stones whisper…
“They say the stones sleep. That they are old and forgotten… voiceless. Is it so, little sister? Are they silent…or do they dream, the long, slow dreaming of aeons.
Whispers in the West – part four (final part)Whispers in the West – part four (final part)
Whispers in the West – part four (final) On the Saturday night, replete with the adventures of the day and a large meal from the Sloop, we could do little else
Whispers in the West – part threeWhispers in the West – part three
Whispers in the West – part three After the group’s successful ascent of Carningli (panorama shot above), the second day of the Silent Eye’s Whispers in the West weekend continued, with
Whispers in the West – part twoWhispers in the West – part two
Whispers in the West – part two The second day of our the Silent Eye’s Whispers in the West weekend began with relief – that we didn’t have to drive
Join us for our next event…Join us for our next event…
“On the screen of inner sight a single glowing point of light that seems farther than the farthest star, yet closer than the sun. Between her and the light nothing
Whispers in the West – part oneWhispers in the West – part one
Whispers in the West – part one It was early on Friday afternoon. Lizzy, one of our Companions in the Silent Eye, had assembled us for the start of three
History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Final Part, Warriors of the HeartHistory and Mystery on Caldey Island – Final Part, Warriors of the Heart
History and Mystery on Caldey Island – Final Part (5) , Warriors of the Heart Their age is uncertain, but most observers place them as medieval. I’m no expert in