Equinox Blessings

the tribe gathers to the

sound of beating drums

wild energy rising higher as

equinox blessings dance

upon twilight air currents

and restless hearts balance

upon the turning wheel

standing poised in readiness

as they await the approaching

darkness and the secrets

held within the ancient tales of

the crone heard whispered

whilst wreathed in woodsmoke

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I spent last weekend at Equinox Festival, a hippy festival situated in the hollowed out hill of a former quarry at Chalk Farm in the Lincolnshire Wolds, that takes place every year on the nearest weekend to the Autumn Equinox. This was my second time at Equinox, though I also attended several times at the old site near Tattershall, back when it was still called Alchemy. It tends to be one of the highlights of my year. There’s a wonderful sense of community, with the same groups of people visiting year after year. It doesn’t matter what you look like or what walk of life you come from. All that matters is that you embrace the laid back atmosphere and focus on having fun. They call it ‘the gathering of the tribe’, and it definitely feels like that.

Here are a few more pictures from the weekend:

 

 

Earthed

curl bare toes in

damp grass

*

open mind

*

awaken senses to

petrichorous breezes

*

open heart

*

stride forwards in

defiance of rainclouds

*

open soul

Spirits of Nature

if you sit in silence

as breezes sway flowers

they will come to you

*

if you calm your mind

to a stream’s soothing flow

they will come to you

*

if you ground yourself

amongst labyrinths of roots

they will come to you

*

if you raise your face

for sunlight’s warm caress

they will come to you

*

the spirits of nature

are simply waiting for

you to come to them

Liminality

unlimited possibilities held

suspended

a question unanswered

balanced on the threshold

between

past and future

life and death

love and hate

as potential joy and

unresisting passivity await

the swinging of a gate

The Spirit of the Fox

beware the creeping fox

wily foe

ready to pounce

*

embrace the cautious fox

cunning ally

swift to adapt

*

follow the persistent fox

wise mentor

advising patience

Owl Flight

glide

with piercing gaze

sheering through vapid illusion

as the night’s deep mysteries reveal

themselves within verdant

wells of feminine

intuition

Last week we visited Burnby Hall Gardens, in Yorkshire. It was a beautiful place. I particularly enjoyed wandering around the stumpery, where these pictures were all taken. The many unturned tree stumps, all covered in growth, provide a wonderful haven for wildlife.

I hadn’t actually intended to post on here today. I had to reload the app on my phone and when I logged in, my notifications informed me that today is my WordPress Anniversary. Yay! I’ve now had my blog for 5 years, though it’s changed somewhat in that time. And, yes, my posts have been a little scarce recently. But I couldn’t resist posting after finding that out.

Beyond the Fence

you gaze out past the fence line

to the wilder land beyond

 to where the beasts roam

through the twilight glow

and birds sing farewell to the day

each creature knows their role

within the choreography of life

and as you gaze out

you know your own

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I’m still staying through at my parents’ house at the moment, and I’ve quickly slipped back into my old habit of spending some time at the end of the day down at the bottom of the garden, watching the sun sink below the horizon. Whilst I love the view from the top of the Lincolnshire Ridge at sunset, the view over this field holds an unchanging place in my heart – even when the sunsets themselves aren’t the most impressive ones.

The added bonus of being down by the fence at this time of day is that sunset is the time when the cattle tend to make their way back to the barn for a while. Most of the day they spend on the far side of the field,so this is a good opportunity to snap a few photos. Each day they’re getting a bit braver and a few more are approaching me at the fence to say ‘hello’.

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