This land is strong land, I feel it.
I once did a group shamanic drum journey to connect to the land of Yorkshire and the vision I had was incredible.
I was on horseback. Warrior-like. I could feel the vibration rising from the ground from the hundred of others riding alongside me. It was powerful!
This was at a time where I felt irritated at the fact I had left my home by the ocean and followed a man to come and live in the middle of England.
A couple of months after doing this drum journey (which I did on a year long course ‘Way of The Wild Witch’) - I moved here.
Waking up to this expanse each day has saved my sanity. Every day is different and the seasons and variety is incredible. We have deer, pheasants, so many birds of prey and bats, along with all the noisy farm animals... The village church bells ring regularly and I love hearing the clonk and then cheer of the cricket game on a weekend and we have a local steam train that chuffs and toots it’s way past.
The place in winter mostly smells of woody fire smoke and at night there is not a lot of artificial light and so the view of the stars is breathtaking. You can just see everything.
They say that green opens the heart and having this much green around me certainly just makes me stop, stare and wonder. Like a standing meditation most days. I know this land has helped me develop my strength and I feel the connection.
Yet I’ve found myself in recent years still seeking somewhere else. Somewhere warm and beautiful. Somewhere back by the ocean.
I always said this wasn’t my home and I don’t belong here. Now I’m starting to question my desires for wanting to be elsewhere, and have to admit, I’m totally in love with this land.
No filter here. It’s frosty and very cold 🥶 - 7 minutes ago