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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
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
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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