Return to Mont St Michel

Return to Mont St Michel

Brittany has to be one of my favourite destinations. On this holiday we were making our way through Normandy in order to get there, and so it was an obvious point on the route to include the marvellous Mont St.Michel. Somehow I have always managed to get to the French site, but have never managed to get to the English counterpart – St. Michael’s Mount. Just one of those odd things. Another odd thing is that I don’t think I will be going back to Mont St Michel for a while. It’s not the place itself, it’s the way that you are now made to feel like a factory farmed animal and are herded onto buses with bored drivers, miles away from the village in order to be unloaded close to the entrance. It’s efficient, and it’s free, but...

Crosses for the Bride

Crosses for the Bride

In preparation for Imbolc I wanted to construct something similar to what I had seen at other sacred sites related to the goddess Brigid – a wooden cross. I decided to make two crosses – one for me and one for my friend Julia, who would be accompanying me for my Imbolc outing. My concept was to create a symbolic union of two opposing forces – Holly and Oak. These woods symbolize Winter and Summer respectively (see the tales of the battle of the Holly and Oak King). The obvious place to go for me was Delamere Forest – a huge expanse of mostly pine forest, yet it retained some of its deciduous tree species too. I couldn’t remember ever seeing any holly, but I was sure there was plenty of oak in the forest. Once there I began the...

Check, Please

Check, Please

NOTE from Chris: This is Kal’s last ever post. Even its title is incredibly ironic. There is this common misconception. In fact it is so common that I have fallen foul of it myself. But no more! A sacred life is one that has a reasonable amount of input from the universe or beings thereof. So, the universe has you wandering around the globe on quests that most of the time, you have no idea as to the where and why fores.You just up and go. We in the game call it Trust er…with a dash of Faith. However all of this gallivanting around has to come at some kind of economic detriment. After all, who is paying for these jolly jaunts? Yes, yours truly. Personally, I don’t think that’s fair and in fact neither does the Universe (or partners...

Another spiral comes around

Another spiral comes around

As you walk this crazy path… “Divine Guidance leads a man to perplexity” You begin to notice the spirals in your life. I have begun to note them here for three reasons. It adds to the flavour of the tales here It is a reminder to myself – I can’t recall everything (in fact I can’t recall many things) As the great psychologist and explorer Abraham Maslow demonstrated experimentally. The more you talk about them, the more they happen or the more you recognise them. As a previous post intimated, I am on a journey (along with a Facebook group of 150 people) of exploring the Forty Rules of Love ostensibly a novel written by Elif Shafak (another person who seems to have got involved in my quests – Wand ingredient). One of the...

Whirling with the Dervishes p1

Whirling with the Dervishes p1

In the Islamic faith (according to some authorities) there is a night when Allah decides upon the fates of human-kind. The night is called Shab e Baraat in tongues from my heritage. It’s meaning using these words is Night of innocence. The day before the night (night follows day) I got to hear of a sufi gathering some miles from where I live and so on impulse I decided to attend the evening/night-time event. I have over the last few months been gently maneuvered into looking into Sufism again. As this set of posts from way back when (well, actually 3 years ago) illustrates this is by no means the first time that Sufism has positioned itself in my life. This particular set of events may have a start point here (Rumi and Valentines) but I doubt it. The name...