I have come home. Here at the edge of a calm sea, apples ripe in the tree, the gulls wheeling overhead and a fire burning inside. Home. The place where my heart belongs. Read the rest of this entry »

Here under the trees I have created a home. Here is where the hearth fire burns. Here is where nourishment is found. I offer them freely to al who seek a home. Read the rest of this entry »

It is not my time. I thought I had achieved something wonderful, but now it lies spilt. Clumsy, I knocked over the chalice with the precious liquid. And now I have to start again. Read the rest of this entry »

I have come to this castle and I can see the glamour. Is this a castle disguised as a fairy mound, or a fairy mound disguised as a castle? Read the rest of this entry »

Water gushes from an ancient burial mound. It is caught in a wide basin and overflows, forming a stream into the world, flowing to the place where I am standing. The blessing of the Ancestors flows to us freely. Read the rest of this entry »

We set out with high hopes and a lot of enthusiasm. But now the wind has been taken out of our sails. We’re not getting anywhere. It has become impossible to move. All we can do is wait until the wind blows again. Read the rest of this entry »

The cup lies overturned. All the precious liquid has drained out. It lies useless, like a pond of stagnant, bitter water. Feelings that never move turn sour and poisonous. Read the rest of this entry »

The table is set for a feast of gratitude. The bounty of the Earth is evident in the trees around. Eat of her bounty. Drink the cider of last year’s fruit. Count your blessings. Read the rest of this entry »

Two doves drink out of the same bowl. Their intimacy is touching. It opens my heart and I hear the call of intimacy from the trees, the forest, the Land. It is the call of the Beloved, who longs for my love. Read the rest of this entry »

This is the Grail itself, object of every quest. It is like a cool drink of water on a parched tongue. It is like rain after a hot spell. It revives and brings its greening. Life itself returns. Read the rest of this entry »

He sits and waits for us. He helps us to give form to our feelings so we can face them. He supports us to overcome the things that limit us. Read the rest of this entry »

She pours out wisdom. She pours out deep love through all her senses. She gives everything she has to give. Read the rest of this entry »

He dreams of his heart’s desire. In dream and vision he finds his direction. In song and expression he lays out his path. Read the rest of this entry »

The Grail Maiden lives a life of service at the well. She listens to the sound of the water and the passing of the seasons. When a quester approaches the spring, she nourishes them with what they need most. Read the rest of this entry »