* The point sits at the centre of the square, where its two diagonals intersect. * * From the same intersection, another square can be drawn at right angles to
Tag: standing stones
Whitby Weekend: Moorland stone…Whitby Weekend: Moorland stone…
On the Sunday morning, we met at the Lion Inn, perched some thirteen hundred feet above sea level and high on the North Yorkshire moors. The sixteenth-century inn is an
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: Circle of Timeless LightSolstice of the Moon: Circle of Timeless Light
A few stars twinkled above Inverurie as our group gathered for dinner. It wasn’t even raining much. That probably explains why, some time after nine o’clock, when the moonless night
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: Switching the lights onSolstice of the Moon: Switching the lights on
We had returned to Easter Aquhorthies for a second visit. It was still raining, but this time the sky was much brighter than the iron-grey deluge of the day before
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
Solstice of the Moon: Circle of PeaceSolstice of the Moon: Circle of Peace
Our first stop next day was a place where mysterious stones, a Celtic saint and a link to one of the best-known legends of the British Isles all come together
Maiden, Mother, Crone – Part 2 – Easter Aquhorthies by Helen JonesMaiden, Mother, Crone – Part 2 – Easter Aquhorthies by Helen Jones
Reblogged from Journey to Ambeth: I realise that Wednesday is usually my day to wander. However, I’m also writing up my weekend with The Silent Eye. So, I’m combining the
September…September…
Circles beyond time – Seeking the Seer September 2016 If you have been enjoying the recent posts about the Silent Eye’s weekend workshop in Wales…why not join us in September
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 – 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
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.