Dear Wen: Heaven ‘n’ Earth…

Dear Wen,

‘An older tradition’ is always a good place to start, and ‘ponder’ certainly has a watery aspect to it, though ‘charming the mind’ should, perhaps, be enchanting the mind…

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It is clear that the ancients had a far more personal, which is not to say intimate, relationship with the planetary bodies than we do today, despite our ‘longing’ to reach some of them…

No mention of the Moon in the film, unfortunately, although all the night time locations were doused with water so that they would shine and glisten and throw shadows onto the screen…

‘He’s already in Hell,’ says the Porter and points to the sky, ‘or Heaven,’ he shrugs, and indicates the earth.

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Keeping a Promise to a Dragon and a Stone: Part 1

Alethea Kehas's avatarThe Light Behind the Story

We left at 9:30am. Three women, piling into my little blue car to fulfill a promise I had made with a dragon. And a stone. We had everything we needed, or so I hoped. To be honest, I wasn’t wholly sure what we needed, or what at all to expect. All I knew was where I needed to go and what I needed to leave behind.

My offering was wrapped in gold satin at the bottom of my backpack. A gift unearthed six years before at in a place where it shouldn’t be by my daughter. I couldn’t deny I would miss it, just as I had the Raven’s Crystal but this too was not mine to keep.

Inside the pack, with the pillar of selenite, were my snacks and water, some tissues, bandaids, my wallet, windbreaker, and three bundles of sage and lavender from my garden. There had been…

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Going West: Carreg Coetan Arthur

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This was the third dolmen we had visited in three days whose name tied it to the legendary King Arthur… and three times three is a magical number. It is certainly a magical site and quite unexpected as you walk between the gaily painted bungalows of the little coastal town of Newport. A gate opens into a green oasis, bounded and shadowed by high hedges, cool in the midday sun, where you come face to face with the oddest little dolmen. My first thought was just as odd… that it reminded me of Ani, the way she sits with the front paws together, demure and expectant, yet somehow regal and ready to pounce in joyous abandon… there was that kind of ‘feel’ to the place. Very much alive.

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Like most of these sites that were once houses of the dead, the overriding impression is not one of melancholy, but of warmth and gladness. You can understand it on a bright, summer’s day, but I don’t know why it should be so in the depths of winter or in pouring rain… yet so it is. There is no sense of the macabre in walking where the bones of our ancestors once lay, no sadness or ghoulish tremor; just a sense of gentle peace and reverence, which says more about our ancestors’ attitude to death, perhaps, than anything we might deduce from the formal study of the past. It is as if they already knew that Life cannot die… only the forms that hold it for a short while can fade and pass, returning their elements to the earth to fuel the cycle of becoming.

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We don’t really know how old these sites are. The scientific process of dating them takes into account both the style and method of construction, comparing them to other dated sites, along with any artefacts that are found during excavation. Anything that can be used for radiocarbon dating, or one of the other modern methods, is a bonus. Even so, such methods can only tell when the artefact dates from, not the site itself, unless its position allows archaeologists to deduce that the find must have been in place before a site was built over it. There have been finds of bone, Grooved and Beaker ware on a platform beside the cromlech and there are other, smaller boulders half buried, part of an unknown construction. Carreg Coetan Arthur has been dated to around four thousand and seven hundred years old. The nature of the finds suggest that bodies were never buried here, but that only defleshed bones were brought to the site.

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Dear Don: Old Moore’s…

Dear Don,

I suppose it was a case of ‘keeping up with the Joneses’ on a grand scale… which almost always leads to going with ‘bigger and better’…or at least a mistaken perception of it…

Gustave Moreau: Hesiod and the Muse

I thought you might have fun with the Muses. I like Varro’s Three better than the traditional Nine, who have always seemed rather arbitrary to me. The nine classical Muses appear to refer to fashionable arts and leave out so many facets of artistic expression, where the three seem rooted in an older tradition.

(And they work better with your film anyway… which I will watch if ever I get chance and can stay awake long enough).

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Two journeys, one destination (2) – Inverness

Steve continues the story of the recent weekend in Scotland…

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It begins in Inverness, that beautiful confluence of water, road and mountain. Like any journey through northern Scotland, it will be dominated by water…

The year 2020 will be etched in all our memories. It was not a good year to try to hold the kind of workshop we run: three days of shared travel, feeling the landscape, and thoughts about the nature of consciousness; that most precious jewel every human carries. Add to that the possible extension to visit the archipelago of Orkney, and we had something very difficult to achieve.

Covid had caused us to cancel three of the planned workshops of the year. We hung out for the September one, hoping that the physical heartbeat of the Silent Eye could endure for at least one annual pulse in these challenging times. Bad news after bad news threatened it, but the core bookings had been made and we…

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Going West: Carreg Samson

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The jaws had dropped, the expletives had escaped and the cameras were out almost as soon as we exited the car. Even from a distance, Carreg Samson was spectacular, set against the backdrop of the coast… a smiling dragon resting his maw on folded wings as if he was casually looking over the cliff top at the approaching party. We should have expected dragons in Wales, but we could never have expected this.

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Even at close quarters, the resemblance remained. We had dutifully noted that, from the correct approach, the contours of the great head seemed to shadow the shape of the headland beyond. The location alone is stunning and the stones are simply enormous. The capstone is over fifteen feet long, nearly nine feet wide and over three feet thick. There is plenty of headroom to stand beneath it. When you consider that the legends say that St Samson lifted the capstone into position with his little finger, you can only imagine that the Welsh saint had been well named… and a giant.

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Whether through soil subsidence over the five thousand years since it was built or, more likely by design, the capstone is only supported by three of the six remaining orthostats. The stones are different in colour and texture, the supporting stones rich with veins of quartz… and stone was the technology and the artistry of the builders, I doubt that they would make such choices without reason. There are several outliers still half hidden in the grass.

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Excavations showed that there were once four more stones… one support and three that may have formed a passage into the tomb from the southeast. They also found that the tomb was built over a deep, rubble-filled pit. Burnt bone, sherds of pottery and worked flints were also found. Like Coetan Arthur, there is debate over whether or not this tomb ever wore an earthen mound. Be that as it may, at some point in its history, local shepherds had used loose stone to block the gaps in the walls and had used the tomb as a sheep shelter. I wonder what the dragon had thought about that… I have never imagined dragons as herbivores. Even from the other side, the head neck and serene smile are visible.

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Dear Wen: Old Moore’s…

Dear Wen,

Well, it may be a palace but it is still only a ‘semi, which sort of also lends new meaning to the term, ‘Gated Institution’. ‘Gates’ being how the Caryatids are now described, and it is not your usual film noir location either, although the front rooms were once let as apartments. It is so spacious that in the film Holly has to run everywhere so as not to call attention to the fact.

‘Melete – practice born of the movement of water’ will keep me busy for awhile but it may be referring to emotion, and hence ‘motives’…

Sure enough, the character of Anna is given most of the pivotal lines of the film. When asked if she loved Harry she says, ‘How can you know something like that afterwards? All I know is that I want to be dead too.’

As improvements to the facade ‘Our Ladies’ were introduced to better fit the other three sides of the square. They may have tried to outdo what was already there as a statement of defiance. The missing Golden Globe would have been removed to preserve the view out of one of the windows.

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Fluidity #midnighthaiku

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