Imbolc 2017 – P3 – Sing the Song of The Raven
In the third and final part of my Imbolc story I am making my way towards a new stone circle in the area of Penmaenmawr in North Wales. The sky is blue, and I’m excited about the possibility of seeing a new circle. In fact, as I’m walking I’m wondering why Kal and I never went to the two other stone circles in this area – we only ever went to The Druid’s Circle and the cairn circles nearby. Nevertheless I’m following the new directive – “Fresh start – New ground” to the letter. I’m on a path which I’ve never trodden before on the opposite side of a valley which I have seen many times but never walked. I walked down the hill from the impressive standing stone, being glad to have gravity aiding...
Surrey 1 – The Jack Temple Circle
In the first of six stories about a recent trip to autumnal Surrey I begin with a recounting of a visit to a modern stone circle. All of the ancient circles which may once have been raised in Surrey have been destroyed, but there are two modern circles which were of interest to me. The first one that struck me was one created by the master dowser and healer Jack Temple. I had come across Jack Temple when dowsing at a house for a client. The lady of the house had herself once done some dowsing for health purposes, and she had met and was tutored by Mr Temple. When I discovered that I was in the West Byfleet area for a few days I made the site of his finest creation the first stop on my tour. Irrespective of its modernity, I was curious to see whether there was any...
Return of the Spirit of Creation
Any creative act can have its moments of high intensity, and then some lulls. When you have a creative project under way the lulls are like having a headache – you don’t really want them and you feel as though they are somewhat forced upon you. So it was that this month “real life events” began to get in the way of some writing that I am doing, just as the speed of the work had reached a manageable and satisfying pace. Some of the events were very mundane, but in a twist of The Wheel of Fortune the other event was something which would, once again, inspire me to pick up where I left off, and indeed to accelerate the work. I find myself in a London hotel room near to Euston Station. Hardly an inspiring location, except that I have a small...
Imbolc 2016 P3 Criss-Crossing Lines
There was more to my visit to Gawton’s Well at Imbolc. Not only had I been fortunate enough to be given my new quest for the Imbolc to Spring period, but I was also about to learn something important about the way that land spirits are formed and how their influence is distributed. Having felt that I could no longer maintain the energies required to keep a strong subtle energy connection to the Brigid spirit, I turned my attentions to an altogether different task – I went back to good old dowsing! Gathering my trusty rods (only recently re-discovered hiding in a drawer all Winter) I sought a starting point for some investigatory work. I knew that Imbolc signaled the return of the male earth energy lines, so that seemed like a good concept to begin...
Winter Solstice 2015 P2 – Storms and Crows
The night was turbulent. A storm raged harshly all night keeping is awake for most of it as it. The motorhome was rocked violently, but held steadfast as it took the brunt of the westerly wind which slammed against it. As the Winter Solstice arrived at 4:40am I was awoken by a particularly strong strike from the gale outside. I texted my friend who intended to arrive that morning to warn him that the journey may be fraught. Little did I know that for many residents they were already flooded out for a third time in a month as a result of the storm’s fury. I was excited at the idea of finding a new quest to do, at potentially delivering my prepared ritual to anyone who appeared for the morning, and finally for attempting to do some healing on this flooded...
Winter Solstice 2015 P1 – Flooded with Moonlight
I had a vision. Months ago I saw myself standing in Castlerigg stone circle at the Winter Solstice. I was striding into the centre of the circle, staff in hand, dressed in full druid robes and I had a beard – the kind of beard you can hide snacks in. I was then leading a ritual for the gathered throng – a ritual to give thanks for the year and to usher in the new one. That was the vision. I had grown the beard over the next few months while I began to make this vision a reality. I decorated my staff, and bought some olive green robes from Morocco. Finally, with days to go I crafted a ritual for everyone who was present to follow. Some friends from my meditation group were planning to come along too. It was shaping up nicely. The best laid schemes...
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