*
…”The why, is always the same.”
“In order to connect, or to make whole?”
“And in order to then participate in that wholeness.”
“Which is connection.”
“They call Glastonbury England’s ‘holiest erthe’.”
“Perhaps that is why?”
“Today, we look up to the night sky, and wonder, and dream of perfection.”
“Or, at least, some of us do.”
“Perhaps, there was a time when, at certain junctures in the sacred year, to participate in that perfection was just a days walk away?”
True and such beautiful words penned, Stuart. Great poetic words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Kamal…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Welcome Stuart.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
How fortunate those who get to travel to Glastonbury. What a wealth of mythology and history awaits. And more special trees. If I could fly there in my imagination, I might just be there waiting for everyone else to arrive. I really LOVE this!!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such things are by no means beyond the scope of possibility…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Never a truer word spoken. If pigs could fly . . .
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Sun in Gemini and commented:
From Stuart, as we gather for day two of the Dorset weekend
LikeLiked by 1 person