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St. Patrick’s chapel

She’d danced me through St. David’s cathedral and then the Bishop’s Palace, wound up by the Afon Alun, been curtsied and bowed to by waving willows and low stones, passed Arthur’s Head, Pen Arthur, and the sadly gone, once station of a beautifully inscribed lone stone; She waved at a windy bear and a girl perched upon a chimney saddle, Pen Author, and then, in the gloriously bright sunshine She led me, with gathering excitement, to and through the wilds of St. David’s Head.

When Y Ddraig Ffraed showed me through the dunes by Whitesands Bay , near St. David’s, on 28th May 2019, on Her way to slip back into St. Bride’s Bay, I had no idea there had been a chapel there – though I knew something significant had been, because she wriggled and spiralled all through the site. I discovered this later, when looking at an old map. Continue reading St. Patrick’s chapel

The Sun and the Serpent & Symphonies in Stone

Here’s a reet treet for you….

I’ve only just been made aware of this. The lovely Hamish Miller, who I’ve mentioned once, twice, maybe more, on the Song of Ffraed blogs, and his surveying and writing partner, Paul Broadhurst in a short film of them dowsing the Michael and Mary sacred flows across England.

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Prof. David Austin on Strata Florida’s Sacred Wells Springs

Hi everyone, a real treat has come up.

It appears that timing of the re-posting of Y Ddraig Ffraed at Strata Florida on Odysee was just right… for today a very pleasant surprise video, discussing the wells and environs of this cherished sanctuary, has been published on the Strata Florida Trust channel.

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White Snow

An early Song of Ffraed article from my dragon healing journey with Y Ddraig Ffraed – The Ffraed Project. First published on the subscribers’ blog on 17th July 2016.

 

It was warm, a tiny breeze, butterflies flitted through the rampant hedges, song birds accompanied the bees’ kazoos and I was picking my way through tangles of prolific brambles and nettles, on my way to rendezvous with Y Ddraig again. I knew where She’d be, at the crossroads of paths where I’d left Her weeks ago.  She’d made off across a verdant pasture to the other side of a hump in the land. I’d have liked to have gone with Her but I needed to gain permission from the landholder first.

Instead I had tracked Her remotely to a hawthorn in a fairy hill embankment by an ancient llan. There’d once stood, possibly for thousands of years, a tiny village here; its gorgeous fragrant roses that once decorated walls and gardens, now rambling through the May.

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