Visiting Stonehenge

8 12 2006

As I approach Stonehenge, I’m engulfed in the mysticism of the place. An other world feeling envelops my soul. My feet float over the ground. I sail along until I touch the bluestones, feeling the pores beneath my finger tips. A haze begins to fill the circle, smokey curls filter the sunlight. I’m lifted upward and perch on a crossbar. Through the mist I watch female figures twist and whirl around a center caldron. After a time one approaches the caldron and begins dipping cups to hand to each figure. Bowing, each retreats and raises the cup to their lips and drinks. Then they circle the area one more time before disappearing to meet their lovers. I am as certain of this as I am that I’m alive. The fog lifts away in wispy strands and I am once more on the ground standing in warm sunshine wondering at the realness of a dream vision.

I linger waiting, longing for I don’t know what.


Stonehenge picture

8 12 2006

I tried to edit and reinsert the picture, but it didn’t come. I can see it on my screen when I’m working but it doesn’t get posted.

Guess I’ve more to learn.



7 12 2006

The stones are great
And magic power they have
Men that are sick
Fare to that stone
And they wash that stone
And with that water bathe away their sickness
-Layamon 1200

I’m on my way to visit this place of ancient stones on the plain of Salisbury. Stonehenge dates from 3100-2300 B.C.
I’m curious, I’m excited. What vibes will I get? Will something tell me that this is a place of ritual, of Druid magic, of scientists who studied the movement of the planets and stars?
The effort, the energy that went into constructing this place is beyond my conception. I’m one light shining in the world. How many lights combined to move and place these stones?
I know that I will stand in awe trying to commune with the ancients and feel the emotion, be it scientific, religious, psychological, of this experience.


I’m packing…

5 12 2006

From the vast expanse of my prairie world lying cold and dormant under a sun which has slid far south. Shortened days give way to lengthened nights where people huddle indoors in heated rooms or beside hearths filled with flames. Wrapped in a quilt, I prepare for my journey.

In my traveling case I will put

a favorite hairbrush for the strokes that begin and end each day with the calming movement of hand and arm drawn over long tresses
a flannel nightgown
silk shirts and woolen pants and skirts
a hat
books, journal, a favorite pen
tea of many kinds: green for health; chamomile, mint, lemon, cinnamon spice for soothing companionship that suits time and mood
bits of fabric, trims, thread, needle, scissors to create a reflection of sights and insights

I’m sure I’ll think of more items as I mull this and plot my travel itinerary.