Lammas 2016 – Salute to the Migrating Sun

Lammas 2016 – Salute to the Migrating Sun

Lammas is a bitter sweet time for me now. I remember well last year’s visit to Kilmartin in Scotland. This was the last proper outing that Kal and I had together. This celebration is therefore tinged with a knowing that it not only marks the end of the Summer, but it also is a reminder of my new solitude. Solitude. I have always felt comfortable being on my own, yet I do miss the casual acquaintance of friends and seekers on the way. It’s more profitable to check in occasionally, to have to explain yourself to someone, to hear their news, to argue your points. When you argue with yourself you are more inclined to let yourself win. I decided that I wanted to go out on my own for this festival day. When I asked for guidance on where to go I was given a...

Return to Mont St Michel

Return to Mont St Michel

Brittany has to be one of my favourite destinations. On this holiday we were making our way through Normandy in order to get there, and so it was an obvious point on the route to include the marvellous Mont St.Michel. Somehow I have always managed to get to the French site, but have never managed to get to the English counterpart – St. Michael’s Mount. Just one of those odd things. Another odd thing is that I don’t think I will be going back to Mont St Michel for a while. It’s not the place itself, it’s the way that you are now made to feel like a factory farmed animal and are herded onto buses with bored drivers, miles away from the village in order to be unloaded close to the entrance. It’s efficient, and it’s free, but...

Crosses for the Bride

Crosses for the Bride

In preparation for Imbolc I wanted to construct something similar to what I had seen at other sacred sites related to the goddess Brigid – a wooden cross. I decided to make two crosses – one for me and one for my friend Julia, who would be accompanying me for my Imbolc outing. My concept was to create a symbolic union of two opposing forces – Holly and Oak. These woods symbolize Winter and Summer respectively (see the tales of the battle of the Holly and Oak King). The obvious place to go for me was Delamere Forest – a huge expanse of mostly pine forest, yet it retained some of its deciduous tree species too. I couldn’t remember ever seeing any holly, but I was sure there was plenty of oak in the forest. Once there I began the...

Reconfigurations and Repurcussions

Reconfigurations and Repurcussions

It was the first energetic thing that I could bring myself to do after Kal’s death. I knew what needed to be done, but I needed a week away to even begin to get enough space between the event and what I needed to find the strength to do. Energetically, shamanically, we had discussed the concept of clearing death energy many times. This was not the circumstance in which I ever intended to use such practices. Yet the fact remained. Kal’s energy needed to be released from the spot where he had died. Only I knew that. Only I knew how to do that. Only I cared that it was done. He would only have wanted me to be the one to do it. So I had to stiffen up the sinews and go back there. Back to the slopes of Dinas Bran in Llangollen. On the way it looked so...

Whirling with the Dervishes p2

Whirling with the Dervishes p2

In part one of this post I wrote how I had spent the evening and early hours in the company of some amazing Sufi’s. We sang, we chanted, we cleansed our hearts and purified our souls (whatever that means). Five hours of practicing some amazing Zikr had left me tired and yet refreshed. But the session in its entirety hadn’t finished yet. As we came together after a much-needed break the maestro suggested we go out doors and continue in the early morning sun. What a brilliant idea. I caught up with the Maestro who was a friend of mine and suggested a bit of pre-dowsing was in order. Thus, whilst the rest of the gathering (of Sufi’s) got ready, I went out into the largish back garden and dowsed some interesting questions… Was this a good...

Whirling with the Dervishes p1

Whirling with the Dervishes p1

In the Islamic faith (according to some authorities) there is a night when Allah decides upon the fates of human-kind. The night is called Shab e Baraat in tongues from my heritage. It’s meaning using these words is Night of innocence. The day before the night (night follows day) I got to hear of a sufi gathering some miles from where I live and so on impulse I decided to attend the evening/night-time event. I have over the last few months been gently maneuvered into looking into Sufism again. As this set of posts from way back when (well, actually 3 years ago) illustrates this is by no means the first time that Sufism has positioned itself in my life. This particular set of events may have a start point here (Rumi and Valentines) but I doubt it. The name...