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Travel Blogs from St Ives
I awake according to my custom before 5am:
Seagulls circling early,
"Come join us".
It's a rest day and we take the time to farewell Ed onto the London train and focus on preparing ourselves for the next stage of this adventure.
... We also have the encumbrance of our rain jackets on as the showers come and go.
We walk up to the church and are surprised to find it still locked at 9.15 on a Sunday morning. So, with heads down we try to walk off our frustration and disappointment, however I very soon begin to realise this pack is just too heavy for me. I continue to try and get the weight off my shoulders onto the waist band around my hips, but the weight ...
... that affected her. Thus stone circles are instruments where the planetary body interacts with the endless round of celestial events, creating a harmonic fusion between them. At the heart of the entire enigma is a view of the universe as a single, self-regulating system, an organism that must be constantly communicated with in all its myriad diversity of moods. The siting of such sacred places was determined the by Earth itself, the currents ...
This ancient rapport with the hidden energies that surround us opens up limitless possibilities only bounded by the imagination. To focus the attention on the invisible side of Nature is to create a bridge between the intellect and the intuition, striking a balance that is desperately needed in a world where rampant rationality has brought us to the edge of cataclysm."
The journey within a journey was beginning ...
... coastal walking.
Today I feel the blackout curtain beginning to rise on my vision of the landscape. As the day wore on I could feel a tuning out (or is it in?) from stresses and distractions. I’m allowing my body to be worked on by powerful outside sources. It’s reassuring to be moving at a slower more natural pace and reconnecting once again with nature, and my native landscape. ...