We did not visit the Church of St Mary, perched on the edge of the cliffs. I have to wonder for how much longer it will stand and was glad
Tag: archaeology
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,
Maiden Mother Crone, Part 8 – Farewell by Helen JonesMaiden Mother Crone, Part 8 – Farewell by Helen Jones
Reblogged from Journey to Ambeth: So this was it. The final stop on my weekend with the Silent Eye, not far from where it had begun for me, two days
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
Maiden Mother Crone, Part 5 – The Maiden by Helen JonesMaiden Mother Crone, Part 5 – The Maiden by Helen Jones
Reblogged from Journey to Ambeth: Stone and rain. Rain and stone. It seemed to be a theme of the weekend. No matter the weather, when we reached any stone of
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: Sacred earthSolstice of the Moon: Sacred earth
The weather was looking none to promising for the final day of the workshop, but at least it wasn’t really raining. It seemed incredible, under the heavy grey of the
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: 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
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 – walking with angelsGoing west – walking with angels
We didn’t have to climb the whole height of the mountain; there is a makeshift car park about halfway up. I was glad of that, as my poor, much abused
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