Beltane 2017 – Seeking Elen

Beltane 2017 – Seeking Elen

It’s well past the Summer Solstice and I’m only just posting about Beltane. Boy, have I got some catching up to do! Let’s begin. A long time ago I drew my first ley line along a map of North Wales. One of its key points in Snowdonia was the peak of Yr Elen. Something had been drawing me to the place ever since that moment, but I had never had the strength of will to meet the challenge. Now, I needed to prove to myself that I had such determination in the face of all that was contrary such as common sense, time, distance, effort, capability, weather. Also, I was on the quest of “Fresh start – New Ground”. The Carneddau range of peaks had been a long-time goal and I wanted to be prepared to meet the challenge if I was to make...

Caer Caradog in Church Stretton

Caer Caradog in Church Stretton

It has been a while since I last posted. I don’t know why. I think it’s because I’ve been putting my energies into re-establishing. I’ve been recreating some of the facets of my existence which used to be a part of my life before druidry began to become a major feature.  The increasing strength of my quest for the Western Mysteries had crowded out … well, sheer enjoyment. Spiritual delight had become the overriding goal, along with learning. Now, after a period of grief, I felt I needed to re-discover some joy. I don’t think that’s the whole reason for letting the posting slide. These things are never one cause or another directly – they are often an amalgam of smaller distractions and interactions which take the...

The Broken Beacon – P3 Winter 2016

The Broken Beacon – P3 Winter 2016

Beacon Hill, or Caer Digoll, is accessible either from a short walk up a path used to access the nearby radio masts, or it can be reached by following Offa’s Dyke Path. We approached from the nearby road because it’s Winter and the shortest day of light in the year. It would be nice to see it in Summer though, approaching by the ancient track. Before we even arrived M had felt the pull of the place, and the sense that we were expected. “Something“, she said, “is excited about our visit.” I tuned in and felt that it was the community of elemental spirits which inhabited the hill who were excited about our imminent arrival. Nice to feel wanted, right? I felt the hill needed a spiritual fire re-lighting even before we got there....

Surrey 6 – The Pilgrim’s Way to Gatton Park

Surrey 6 – The Pilgrim’s Way to Gatton Park

There may not be any ancient stone circles left in Surrey, but I was about to visit my second modern circle of the trip. Gatton Park, close to the M25 Junction 8, is the siting for a stone circle constructed in 2000 to mark the millennium, and was commissioned with a theological motivation. I was interested to see whether the mere act of consecrating the space with stone would have created and retained any energy. Time to go find out! I drove through the traffic madness that is the area around the M25. The vehicular levels were just beginning to rise in response to approach the end of the school day. There were still a few hours of daylight left, but this was likely to be my last megalithic visit before the sunset. I had been dancing around and criss-crossing The...

Surrey 5 – Catherine’s Hill and Artington Well

Surrey 5 – Catherine’s Hill and Artington Well

Having been unable to locate St Catherine’s Well using my phone app, I was now heading for the next site of the day – Artington Well. Which, unsurprisingly, was in the town of Artington, Surrey. As I drove into Artington I was looking for a place to park up which was close to the river alongside which I hoped to locate the well. The town is on a hill, and I went down into the centre of the town and up the other side. Nope – couldn’t find anywhere suitable to park. I went back along the same road and this time I was two perfect parking spots just off the road, so I pulled in and parked. As I got out of the car and got my stuff I noticed a lovely path up a small hill. Looked interesting, so I went to the foot of the path and looked at the...

Surrey 2 – The Deerhunter

Surrey 2 – The Deerhunter

In the second tale from my Surrey wanderings I was headed for Cockrow Bell Barrow [link]. This was at the very edge of Ockham Common, close to the junction of the M25 and A3. The air was clear and still. The coolness of the autumn morning was being tinged with a surprisingly warm sun, and the temperature fluctuated depending on whether you stood in the direct sunlight or the shade of what was left of a tree’s canopy. As I walked the paths of the common, heading vaguely for the M25, not neccessarily by the most direct route, I found that I was being followed across the common by some large shapes. Two cows had decided they wanted a drink from a water trough that appeared unexpectedly int he midst of some woodland close to the roar of the M25 traffic. On my...