It didn’t look right, even from a distance. There was a forlorn, forgotten feel to the place, even though it is readily accessible and, to judge by the wearing of
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St Just…St Just…
* Not only did our last hotel fail to provide any windows, to speak of, in our room, it also failed to provide us with a breakfast… * Which
Fog and marzipanFog and marzipan
It’s a chilly, drab kind of morning at present, I wondered what it would bring once the sun came up to show us the day. The question was soon answered.
Whitby Weekend: Mysteries in stoneWhitby Weekend: Mysteries in stone
It seems rather unfair to call the displayed Viking and medieval stones ‘the best bit’ of St Oswald’s church in Lythe, but in terms of excitement… and for me, at
Whitby Weekend: Inside the church at Lythe…Whitby Weekend: Inside the church at Lythe…
Stuart and I had been to Lythe before, some years ago, early in our travels, sent to the little church by a friend. The church is dedicated to St Oswald,
Whitby weekend: First stop, LytheWhitby weekend: First stop, Lythe
Several years ago, Stuart and I braved the bitter, biting winds of January to visit the Church of St Oswald at Lythe. There were, a friend had told us, stones…carved
Facing Fear With The Silent Eye, Part 4 – Life and Death ~ Helen JonesFacing Fear With The Silent Eye, Part 4 – Life and Death ~ Helen Jones
Helen Jones continues the tale of her weekend with The Silent Eye in Derbyshire… I recently attended a workshop with The Silent Eye about Facing Our Fears, an extraordinary weekend
Facing Fear With The Silent Eye, Part 2 – Pestilence ~ Helen JonesFacing Fear With The Silent Eye, Part 2 – Pestilence ~ Helen Jones
Helen Jones continues her account of the recent weekend in Derbyshire… I recently attended a workshop, with The Silent Eye, about Facing Our Fears, an extraordinary weekend spent among the
Shaping the worldShaping the world
Back in the earliest days when mankind had his beginnings, it was the land and our response to it that had shaped us. It has been suggested that it was
Why Myth? IV…Why Myth? IV…
* ‘Gilgamesh is among the greatest things that can ever happen to a person.’ – Rainer Maria Rilke. Those of you with an eagle eye will have realised that next
North-easterly VI: Ringing a peleNorth-easterly VI: Ringing a pele
There is something about a map, a proper, paper map, that makes a journey personal. We don’t tend to use sat-nav, resorting to such technologies only when cities force us
Getting personalGetting personal
This weekend saw the monthly meeting of the Silent Eye in the north of England… a time when we reconnect, share and explore ideas and discuss plans for the four
Drawing a dark veil…Drawing a dark veil…
“Tell Augustine that he should be no means destroy the temples of the gods but rather the idols within those temples. Let him, after he has purified them with holy
… a thousand words?… a thousand words?
I was reading an article that tells how much a picture can attract our attention. The inclusion of a single image can increase the likelihood of someone stopping to read
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
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…
Spirit Animals by Running ElkSpirit Animals by Running Elk
Reblogged from Shamanic Paths This post is based on the outline of an exploration session presented at The Silent Eye (a modern mystery school) “Leaf and Flame: the Foliate Man”
Of Ash and Seed – Pawns to castle…Of Ash and Seed – Pawns to castle…
As we hurried through the castle grounds in Beaumaris, a lone seagull was dancing. He seems to be marching on the spot, marking a rhythmic time with his feet. Worm-charming,
Of Ash and Seed – The mound in the dark grove…Of Ash and Seed – The mound in the dark grove…
“We might have to go back to the hotel…” I didn’t look around as I was busy following the car in front and anyway, the snowy mountains of the mainland