Rising Tides
Sep. 22nd, 2011 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
In every space opened when what we want gets away, a deeper place is cleared in which the mysteries can sing.
I touched on this in another post a little while ago – this being the thought that came and comes to mind when I read this entry. Driving home from Atlanta I suddenly felt a deep sense of loss while talking about Glastonbury, Avebury and other of Britain's sacred sites.
One site in particular that I was talking about was Arbour Low in Derbyshire.
When I first visited Arbour Low with a ground of friends once close and dear to me (now no less dear to me even if the feeling is not returned), I was still very much involved with the Matter of Britain – the story of Arthur and the Sacred Knights. There was a kind of awakening happening at the time, the Land and those that serve Her were all coming together, finding things out, working to heal things... there was a lot of natural 'power' in the atmosphere in general and definitely in pagan moots and gatherings.
I was with a group of people who were local to the area and the folklore of the area, and (in spite of what it says on the website the link goes to), one of the legends or old wives tales if you like about Arbour Low was that you could never count the stones and reach the same total twice. We tried. We couldn't... and whether that was psychological or not it set a kind of spiritual tone of reverence for the visit to the circle.
There was definitely an odd feeling. We were looking for something... searching. We did not find it, I don't think – and I say I don’t think, because each of us certainly took something away from the circle that day, nothing physical, but certainly we were changed in the coming and going of the place. And there was a definite 'going' too.
The longer we stayed there, the thicker the atmosphere became, until it felt as if the energies of the Land at the circle there were telling us that enough was enough, it was time for us to leave. We were not welcome there any longer at that time. We left.
I've returned several times since, but the feeling is different... or at least it was. I haven’t been at all recently. It feels as if the site itself has become lost... bereft of something that was necessary to maintain its awakening. Dead or dormant now like many of the other sites, where so few people visit with the right feeling in their hearts, or who are spiritually attuned to the natural Earth vibrations that run through such places... but now... I am wondering...
After so long – how much longer before the tide turns again?
Suffering makes an instrument of each of us,
so that standing naked, holes and all,
the unseen vitalities can be heard
through our simplified lives.
In every space opened when what we want gets away, a deeper place is cleared in which the mysteries can sing.
I touched on this in another post a little while ago – this being the thought that came and comes to mind when I read this entry. Driving home from Atlanta I suddenly felt a deep sense of loss while talking about Glastonbury, Avebury and other of Britain's sacred sites.
One site in particular that I was talking about was Arbour Low in Derbyshire.
When I first visited Arbour Low with a ground of friends once close and dear to me (now no less dear to me even if the feeling is not returned), I was still very much involved with the Matter of Britain – the story of Arthur and the Sacred Knights. There was a kind of awakening happening at the time, the Land and those that serve Her were all coming together, finding things out, working to heal things... there was a lot of natural 'power' in the atmosphere in general and definitely in pagan moots and gatherings.
I was with a group of people who were local to the area and the folklore of the area, and (in spite of what it says on the website the link goes to), one of the legends or old wives tales if you like about Arbour Low was that you could never count the stones and reach the same total twice. We tried. We couldn't... and whether that was psychological or not it set a kind of spiritual tone of reverence for the visit to the circle.
There was definitely an odd feeling. We were looking for something... searching. We did not find it, I don't think – and I say I don’t think, because each of us certainly took something away from the circle that day, nothing physical, but certainly we were changed in the coming and going of the place. And there was a definite 'going' too.
The longer we stayed there, the thicker the atmosphere became, until it felt as if the energies of the Land at the circle there were telling us that enough was enough, it was time for us to leave. We were not welcome there any longer at that time. We left.
I've returned several times since, but the feeling is different... or at least it was. I haven’t been at all recently. It feels as if the site itself has become lost... bereft of something that was necessary to maintain its awakening. Dead or dormant now like many of the other sites, where so few people visit with the right feeling in their hearts, or who are spiritually attuned to the natural Earth vibrations that run through such places... but now... I am wondering...
After so long – how much longer before the tide turns again?
