Stone Art
I do love my Goddess work book.
Whilst I haven’t been at my best over the past couple of weeks (the Chemo Tireds™ seem to hit me at the latter end of each week) I have been able to cross off a couple more Goddess Wishes. Last weekend my lovely husband declared we would go stone chasing ~ gently. So he planned a little outing down to Cornwall, where we ‘discovered’ the Duloe
stone circle. It is Cornwall’s smallest stone circle and luckily for me, just off the road. I found it a beautiful, welcoming sacred site and full of gentle energy.
Spot the poodle!
Then we went to the local well, also just off the road. St Cuby’s well
is an ancient spring which was Xtianised during the medieval era. It certainly oozes pagan charm and apparently I’m not the only one who sensed it as was proved by the offerings left between the stones in the inner chamber. Apparently the well is still ‘dressed’ each year too. :)
Then this weekend, once The Tireds™ had left me alone again, we managed to take the puppy (can I still call him that?) to one of the beaches on the coast just south of us. Charley had a wonderful time meeting new friends, diving in and out of the surf and chasing a flung tennis ball around. Of course, it didn’t actually have to be his toy that he was chasing . . .
During those times when I felt too exhausted to do anything I’ve been sitting and resting. It’s been depressing that I can’t actually do much even whilst I’m sitting down though. The impetus just hasn’t been there, but when I can put my mind to things I am to knitting a bit. I’ve asked the designers of two patterns if they would mind if I made a couple of their items for a charity event in the summer. Generously they have both said yes, so watch this space for photos to come . . .
And talking about knitting, look what the postie brought me ~ a wonderful package!
This fabbie hand knitted moebius cowl came from the ever so gorgeous and very talented Crobbles. And it is as warm and snugly as you imagine it is. *I'm a toasty Ebren*
So whilst I might grind my teeth in frustration over the lack of my own activity, I am doing things. They just tend to be small things, done ever so slowly . And as a reminder of the power of gentle things, I wrote my Goddess Word in the sand yesterday . . .
. . . and watched as the sea tenderly wiped the beach clear.
It was a hint from the Goddess Domnu that I don’t have to be a Warrior Goddess at all times. Sometimes, I just need to Be . . . .
