Waterfall; St Nectan's Glen 2010

Sacred Places of Stone

Stone and sacred spaces just seem to go together for me. Whether it be stone circles, tombs or natural stone formations, there is something about being surrounded by stone that just raises my consciousness. When I am touching stone, I feel grounded and at peace and my worries flow away. I feel at home and connected to this place we call Earth.

Being at St Nectan’s Glen was an amazing experience because the evidence that this wonderful place was special to so many other people surrounded you. And at the same time in front of you and all around you was this wondrous cathedral of natural stone. In the middle of this place was a beautiful waterfall that flowed through a naturally formed circle.

The stone walls were of slate, forming natural shelves that were covered in small candles and other offerings; on the larger shelves, especially in the middle of the stream; were stones in tall pillars, one on top of the other. The trees were covered in colourful ribbons and other offerings, with one having coins pressed into its bark.

I found myself raising up, echoing off the stones that surrounded me as I stood on stepping stones to see the full glory of the waterfall; buoyed up by the love and peace that the others had placed in trust within the stone.

Offerings; St Nectan's Glen, 2010
Offerings; St Nectan’s Glen, 2010

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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