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
A great presence of energy, a sacred flow (a She-Dragon) weaves through the 3 counties of the ancient kingdom of Deheubarth, in S.W. Cymru: Pembrokeshire, Carmarthenshire and Ceredigion, from St. Bride’s Bay and back again.
“Except for a very few places, the coast line from Marloes Sands to St. Bride’s Haven hugs this Dragon’s back. Gaining Her attention are several raths or forts/enclosures, a prehistoric flint factory, as well as the likely former sites of a lost church and chapel.
Continue reading Sea She-Dragon
Mostly a post I just put on the Facebook group:
Holy Wells, Healing Wells & Sacred Springs of Britain
For three years I traced and recorded a weaving sacred (current) presence (a Dragon) through SW Wales, using divining rods and intuition. I walked with Her through Pembrokeshire, Carmarthenshire and up to Strata Florida, before She curved and took me back to St. Bride’s Bay.
Continue reading Plastic chalice
Robin Heath, stone stalker and archaeoastronomer, has spent very many years rediscovering and demonstrating the knowledge and genius of people who have walked these Isles before us. In his information-packed, and excellent book, Bluestone Magic, Heath reveals much of what he has discovered while tramping the commonly wet and blustery hills of West Wales, and how their perfectly-sited and oriented constructions have never stopped straight-talking with each other and with the, sun, the moon and the stars. ¹
Continue reading Communing with saints. Calling for warriors.