#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 31st

This is it! The final day of Just Jot it January 2019! Congratulations to everyone who took part. Also a huge hooray and thank you to LindaGHill for hosting #jusjojan again this year despite all the things pneumonia and life throw at her. 💜💜

Our prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 31st is “your favourite thing/part/blog post of last year or last month.” Talk about what you did or discovered that gave you happiness and/or success. Have fun!

In December I went to Cumbria with The Silent Eye. It was a wonderful weekend I learned so much. One of the highlights of that weekend was the Sea of Souls. Read here.

Back in May, the day of the Harry and Megan’s rayal wedding was another blogging highlight of my year ..

You guessed it The Blogger’s Bash. Read here.

So there you have it blogging highlights of 2018.

One a personal note 2018 was the year I threw off my addiction to prescription drugs it only took me six years !! But I did it, with all your help. Thank you.💜💜

JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 10th Sunrise.

Our prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 10th is brought to you by Toortsie! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Toortsie’s word for our prompt today is “Sunrise.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

I have used Imogen Heap’s video of Xizi because it encapsulates Sunrise.

Sunrise

Oh! glory greets the dawn

Gold, and blue colours born.

A ring of stones ages old

Awaits the Sunrise shrouded in cold.

We stand expectant hand in hand

We lean the lessons from the land.

Chanting words we close our eyes

Joining with companions and strangers we send our message to the skies.

In early December I was on a course with The Silent Eye. On the last day of the course we were up before Sunrise to drive a short distance from our guests house to Castlerigg.

We arrived at the stone circle shortly before dawn. Although it was freezing I was buzzing and warm. I was excited to greet the new day, I felt electric.

We were eight but we were not alone. There were three men there dressed for hill walking and wrapped up well. We spoke with them and they seemed like kindred spirits.

In my mind I christened them “Hobbits”, only because they seemed so at one with the surroundings and on a quest too.

There were also two young women tourists taking photos. They were a little bemused by us.

As Sunrise grew closer we invited the Hobbits to join us in our circle to join hands and greet the dawn. They did so willingly saying they were always glad to join a circle.

As we greeted the sunrise we chanted holding hands with companions and strangers. I felt an inner warmth filling my while being.

As we left I thanked the Hobbits for their company, they said they had been happy to share the moment with us and that our paths would definitely cross again.

One our way back to our breakfast we saw the sunrise in all its glory.

We did return to Castlerigg stone circle later that morning to finish the course. It is a stunning place.

Strangely Sue mentioned that she and Stuart had returned to the same circle at sun set and had met the three gentlemen again (my Hobbits) so they had indeed crossed paths once more.

More thoughts from The Silent Eye‘s : The Full Circle : Finding your way home, weekend in Cumbria. For Just Jot it January.
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Little Meg.

If you read Sue Vincent’s post Full Circle: Spiral Dance.

You will learn a great deal from her knowledge. I can’t match that wealth of knowledge but I can tell you what I experienced.

Little Meg

Permission sought from those who went before. We entered the field following the line of the hedge to avoid the deep mud. Again I felt the rush and crush of those who had had passed this way before.

We enter with respect

Our thoughts circumspect

Seeking out the our inner seed

We call them out, our souls to feed.

Again we join in Meditation

We assend to to space

Looking down on Gia’s creation

The light that fills me makes me warm

I am reluctant to return

I want to see forever, to fly and burn.

This photo is From Sue Vincent’s blog

More thoughts from The Silent Eye‘s : The Full Circle : Finding your way home, weekend in Cumbria.

At Andrew’s Parish Church and Graveyard

After we left the ruins of Penrith Castle we made our way down through the town to St Andrew’s Parish Church, described perfectly by Sue Vincent here at The Silent Eye.

Now Sue has described the church beautifully in the above article, so I am going to show some photos and leave you some poetry of my feelings of the place .

The Church

Warm

Safety

The church felt

So welcoming

Dressed bright for Christmas

I was at once at home

Though not all of our number

Felt the warm and soft vibrations

Strange, animosity and fear

What different feelings were given here.

The Graveyard

Please don’t lay me in the ground

Where spinners and giants can be found.

Gravestones tell their tales

Of poets, families and a centurions travails.

There be giants there too

Every word I say is true.

So as the dusk began to grow

We knew it was time to go .

And later to meet and share a meal

To discuss the day and how it made us feel.

More thoughts from The Silent Eye‘s : The Full Circle : Finding your way home, weekend in Cumbria.

Penrith Castle’s Tale.

I wish I had taken more photos. I was so taken up in the moment that my phone stayed mostly in my pocket. There among the stones and walls, I was there but not.

I did not see wind swept ruins in the heart of Penrith, I saw a home, with galleries, staircases, kitchens and all covered with beautiful tapestries and curtains. I could feel life in this place and it felt nice.

The Castle’s Secrets.

What

secrets

do you hold.

Echos of days

Of old. History

Unfolds holding so much

Reaching through time you touch me

I see, clear, your former glory

You told me your fascinating tale

Through time and space your history prevails.


More thoughts from The Silent Eye‘s : The Full Circle : Finding your way home, weekend in Cumbria.

A Sea of Souls.

This is a mystical moment from this past weekend spent in Cumbria with The Silent Eye. The weekend was entitled The Full Circle : Finding your way home.

It was late morning on the second day of the course and we visited a ring of stones and trees. Physically there were eight of us present, (one of our number was unwell) After a few moments instead of the space of this large place holding only eight people I was aware that I was caught up in a crowd of thousands of souls. I have a fear of crowds and I was afraid. One tree called to me and drew me to it.

I did confide this to one of my companions and she assured me, as the tree had done, that I was safe. There is more to tell.

A Sea of Souls

Gently you called to me

Through the crowds of souls

You led me safely through a boiling sea.

I was trembling, frightened of drowning whole.

I had the word upon my lips

Whispering to you, I know you heard.

I was alive from toes to finger tips.

As you held me safe and shared with me my word.

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