As I was already in the north for the core group meeting, it seemed a perfect opportunity to go home. Not that I have ever lived in the Dales, but I am a Yorkshire lass with heather and bracken in the blood. The northern hills are home and full of memory. Times shared with my grandfather tramping hills and exploring caves, learning the geology and legends, folklore and flora or with my mother simply discovering beauty.
I have had one day shared unexpectedly with a friend exploring the sheer beauty of waterfalls in sunshine, while little patches of snow melted slowly. Then yesterday the sky came down, so low it wrapped itself around the hills like a blanket, hiding the horizon.
Not that I cared. There is something in me that responds to driving rain, wind and mountains. Windblown and soggy yet I laughed in sheer delight from the high moors as the dark came in.
It is a passion, you see. A love greater than almost all others, something that tugs at my heart from the deepest level and feeds my soul. It is something one has to embrace with wholeness and entirety in order to feel that return embrace to the depths of one’s being.
And it gives me joy.
Walking those hills, limestone underfoot, I am acutely aware of my own aliveness in the landscape. It is a moment where Now takes no effort, as the passion engages completely with the immediacy of the experience. One does not need to make a concerted effort to be ‘in’ the moment, one simply is. And that consciousness expands awareness bringing the moment to life in the most vivid detail.
It is this vividness, I think, that determines whether a day is just a day or one from which memories are made. The engagement at all levels of being, the emotional response, the mind’s aliveness.. these are different on such days as we are sharply aware of their power and strength. Be it good or bad, the days from which memories are born are always vivid.
Today is a grey day, one of those nondescript days England is so good at. Will it be a day of memories?
I rather think that will be up to me…
Stuart France & Sue Vincent
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Two friends living hundreds of miles apart inadvertently begin to explore the magical and ancient landscape of Albion, delving into the symbolism hidden within mediaeval churches and piecing together the clues that appear to be left before them like a breadcrumb trail.
The correspondence within this book was written as their adventures began to unfold, recording and highlighting strange concepts and magical ideas.
Finding Don and Wen opens an inner door onto the workings of the journey of The Initiate, the first of nine books that tell the full story of what became a true quest, becoming a practical guide on how to listen to and interpret the voice of the living land and its history from a spiritual perspective.