The Face of a Queen by Alethea Kehas

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Legends tell of a queen of great beauty. Guinevere, thought by some to be part mortal, part Fae, a queen who seduced hearts and intoxicated the eyes. Her beauty drew admiration to be sure, of this there appears to be no doubt, but was there more beneath the surface? A greater passion born of the soul that sparks light. For legends also tell of a queen of not just man, but of the land. There is talk of a presence that is of the goddess and a marriage to the landscape, as though her fertile body nurtured the life of not just sons, but a country.  In this, she is much more than a mere woman, a queen of unsurpassed beauty that is more that just what one perceives on the surface.

In some ways it seemed perfect that I had been given this role, not because I consider myself a great beauty, as you will see, but because of my love for the land and for my connection to the fairy realm. I am a romantic at heart, and the idea of playing the role of this legendary queen brought back childhood fantasies, but it also brought back fears, also deeply rooted in childhood.

I was relieved, I confess, to see how few lines I would have to speak, daunted by the thespians I knew, by reputation only, who would be glorious in their given roles. Of course, as these rituals are meant to, I was thrown out of my comfort-zone when I was given, after the first act was completed, a role with no previously seen script. Suddenly I was thrown, literally and figuratively into the hunt. I was not only a desirable queen, but a the prey of man in animal form. I was Guinevere and also the boar…

Read the rest of Alethea’s article at The Face of  a Queen

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Run wild, run free and know the touch of wind upon your back

Yet freedom’s totem knows it has a home within the pack.

Part of a greater life, yet still at ease alone, he stands

And casts a solid shadow on the dark and lonely lands.

He knows the old and learns the new to walk a pathway free,

And listens to the inner voice that whispers how to Be.

Leaf and Flame: Solar Symbol

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There was a full moon as we walked back from the inn on the Friday night and the moon greeted us the following morning, sailing across a pastel sky. It has become something of a tradition to greet the dawn on our weekend workshops. The sortie is not obligatory, but every year a goodly party of us will wake and walk up onto the hillside. In the past there have been strange sights as the pre-dawn light has fallen upon robed figures and  gilded Egyptian gods… This time there was only a group of friends sharing a moment of peace and wonder…and sharing the telling of an ancient story as we waited for the sun to lift a new day over the horizon.

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There is a special kind of magic at work when you watch the dawn. The day takes on a new ‘feel’… it becomes a truly personal experience with a vivid awareness of the rhythm of life. You hear the first bird lift its voice in song, watch the first stirrings of the lambs in the field and feel yourself a part of the one song of the universe.

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We climbed over the stile, taking up a position where we knew we had a clear view of the eastern horizon and waited for the newly risen sun to show itself above the hills. While we waited, each of the Companions present read a part of the Tale of the Wondrous Head. This was a central part of the weekend, reaching back through the centuries to a time when both psychology and spirituality was expressed in stories… and where the inexpressible meaning of symbolism was readily understood. As the light flared, voices were raised in a paean to the Light that has been known by many names and symbols.

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We walked back to the centre uplifted, exhilarated. There was laughter…long before breakfast… and just time for a coffee before the morning meditation. The Companions had already been contemplating the nature of the images drawn from the Green Knight’s head the evening before and the meditation was designed to begin to forge a personal connection with the animal spirit it represented. What we didn’t know was how well that would tie in with the talk given by Running Elk… or where that contact would lead us.

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