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Song of the Mountain Wind

September 7, 2015

When I had a day to spare I already knew where I wanted to go to find the Song of the Mountain Wind. Corndon Hill in Shropshire pulled me towards it. Since discovering Mitchell’s Fold stone circle nearby, and then having a remote viewing of a cluster of cairns on the top of the hill, I had wanted to visit it. This day, I felt the added pull of the wind that I knew would be running around on top of that peak, and it became irresistible.

Corndon Hill (2)

That’s not to say it made itself easily accessible. When we arrived we had to work our way around the entire hill looking for an accessible way up before ending back where we started at the car park at the road intersection which has the track to the stone circle coming off it too. The track opposite that would lead to the base of the hill, and would be the starting point for a very steep sharp climb up.

View of path up Corndon Hill

The attraction of the destination was the pull of the mountain wind, yet at the bottom of such a daunting hill both Kal and I looked at each other with a “Do we really have to do this” kind of look. Yes we did. So we set off. It took us about half and hour with frequent stops to give our calf muscles a rest. My word it was steep!

As we got to the top the temperature changed. The wind was racing around the top of the hill and we fastened up our clothing against its worst effects. The views were stunning – you could see for tens of miles around in each direction.

Corndon Hill (5)

Meditating in a Gale

The wind was ripping at anything it could find. I hunkered down into a slight dip which the dowsing rods said would be the best place to meditate and found that it took the edge off the worst of the cold and noise. Nevertheless, anyone not used to meditating outdoors would probably consider it an impossible place for such work. Luckily, it was a familiar scenario for me and I began to get into a connective state of mind. Soon I was one with the space around me and the forces of Nature within it.

I put up a crystal globe of protection which spanned the whole hill as I worked. Visualising a barbell shape I created a connection to power sources which encompassed sun, moon and earth. At that point I felt like something was about to happen, and sure enough it did.

Copper Dragon on Corndon

As if from out of the sun Cailleach appeared riding on the back of a dragon. Initially I thought the dragon was sun-coloured but as she swooped down to the hill top the light changed and I realised it was a copper coloured dragon – the colours changing from white light to sun yellow then settling on an orange-brown as the lighting changed.

Cailleach rides the Copper Dragon

Cailleach was here to teach me the way of the mountain wind. Her first instructions was that I needed to learn to travel with the wind. I had to let my thoughts move at the same speed as the wind that was passing over me. How could I do that, I asked? Again this patient instructress gave her prodigy some guidance: Sing like the wind – whistle and make noises with my mouth which would replicate the sound of air whistling through the grass on the hill top around me.

Corndon Hill (3)
Kal sleeps on Corndon Hill, worn out by the climb

In my meditation I connected with the wind. I began to whistle at the same pitch as the wind around me. Whenever I managed to get a sustained period where my sound matched that of the mountain wind, then I was suddenly connected with it. Then, I managed to replicate it exactly, and without a second’s warning I was rushing off with the wind, tumbling, driving, racing down the hillside and heading intot he fields at the foot of the hill. It was exhilarating! Then we – the wind flows and I – were held in place by a stillness in one warm field. This was the wind’s end point. Here it could rest and recover, and learn and enjoy just being.

Here are the things I learned form my journey with the Mountain Winds:

  • Mountain wind is always being attracted towards a culmination point – a destination – a point of rest and stillness.
  • What it passes over it feels but cannot interact with at a meaningful level because of the speed at which it passes. The wind gathers experience but cannot process it in that moment.
  • Only when it pauses can it begin to coalesce and learn from the experience of the ride – the rough and tumble.
  • Mountain wind loves the point of stillness because in that space it finds joy.

Like a human running down a hill back towards its home. At the bottom of the hill it can find calmness and break into laughter but whilst running the attention is all on the movement.


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