1 of 3: A Yurt in South Devon, A Journey to Myself
Samhain Greetings to you all!
Samhain (Summer’s End), often celebrated on the Full Moon in Taurus (6th November) mid-way between the Autumn Equinox and the Winter Solstice; though my moon calendar says Samhain is today at 11.56.
It any case, it’s the Celtic New Year if you observe actual time or Earth transition time, (rather than false-time calendar with its adjustments and misnamed months); a time to honour and remember our ancestors, give thanks for the harvest (pumpkins), and make plans for the next chapter of the Book of Life.
The Catholic Church selected 1 November for one of their saint days some time ago in the 700s AD, thus 31st October became All Hallows Evening which, in entertainment, dressing-up terms is Hallowe’en!
As a sole, soul practitioner, I let my rituals and words of gratitude and intent flow through me in the moment. I light a bees-wax candle and my own-grown sage smudge sticks, place symbols of my family and fruits/berries of the harvest and I give thanks, amongst the trees; and again in my home, for all that has been, is now and shall be.
In the lead up to this time, I longed (longen) to gaze at the green and to feel even more immersed in the Earth sans disturbances, distractions, interruptions, inbox, traffic and technology. It was a journey primarily to myself – far from The Madding Crowd, – where the only voice was my own, sometimes singing, at other times conversing with flora, fauna and freely-flowing water.
So I took my nomadic self to 42 acres of wild woodland and perma-culture. The first part of my Chaucerian personal pilgrimage began not to Canterbury, (nor in “that Aprille with his shoures soote”) but to Devon in October in a secluded yurt (not “glamping” – clear, sweet spring water is hand-pumped from a bore-hole, wood fire lit, compost loo in next field) in a small, remote eco community, amidst rolling hills and forests, with cosy benders and other wonderful, earthed, grounded, green canvas covered structures in the neighbouring, nourishing fields – far from negative, cell-damaging electromagnetic fields.
Below was the first sight I saw each morn upon opening my doors. Such exhilarating exultation!A freshness also found I at this time In human Life, the daily life of those Whose occupations really I loved; The peaceful scene oft filled me with surprise Changed like a garden in the heat of spring Ibid
In London, we’re overrun with squirrels who plant oak trees in my window boxes, wily reynards that laze in the road and fix their foxy eyes right back at you; wild birds such as 17 magpies recently, one of which out-stared a fox on the tennis lawns; parakeets whose screeching cacophony we can more happily live without; green peregrine falcons keeping the parakeet population plummeting; and various birds from the Wetlands flying past.
From my yurt, however, my guests each evening were these beautiful Golden Guernsey goats with the comforting melody of their bells, as they came past for milking!
On my first evening, the doe matriarch came over directly to introduce herself to take a good look at me and, being satisfied, went back off to her drove. To see these lovely animals or a bronze and red autumnal grouse walk directly past my open doors whilst I was preparing my evening fire, was an uplifting rapture indeed!
Although mostly by choice alone, I found the people each extremely embracing who enjoyed explaining to me how things worked there. The children of varying ages I met were an absolute joy to behold!
Their open, smiling faces, sparkling eyes and interested, engaging conversation were delightful. I noticed how alert they were, how astutely they listened, eagerly responding, e.g. about the species I’d just mentioned, by turning immediately to the specific page of their wildlife books, the contents of which they were clearly exceptionally knowledgeable about. They were free, no fearful screaming or distress – just a keen discovery and divine love of life. It’s what makes healthy, well-balanced, content adults.
This is the result of living with Nature’s flow, valuing its produce, home-schooling, non-regimented learning, the absence of noise/brain bombardment and no tv (mind) programming inhibiting development of young minds. (The antithesis, on my return, of some children near Hammersmith who, from their concrete balcony, pelted passers-by with eggs. “The price of everything and the value of nothing,” sprang to mind.)
Such happy lives living in the fresh air, discovering what matters, playing on wooden adventure frames or running in the fields. No sea of toxic plastic toys being inhaled here, no preoccupied heads bowed over the materialistic mobile phone god or mind-controlling computer games. These children are entirely in the present moment and very much with me. This made me so happy to see and the utmost pleasure to engage with them. All children should have the opportunity of living this way.
Even the old, thatched cottages of Engelond, on my leafy journeys through happy hamlets, are curved (though the light not so photographically agreeable):
Pretty cottages on the way to the hamlet of TuckenhayThus musing, in a wood I sate me down Alone, continuing there to muse Ibid
I took lots of raw foods with me and collected herbs for hot infusions and ate yellow gorse flowers growing about 3 feet from where I slept.
These deliciously plump rose-hips below with their perfect star. It was the first of two occasions on my crusade I was able to see both flower and fruit bloom at the same time.A universe of Nature’s fairest forms Proudly revealed with instantaneous burst Ibid.
My home for four days, a 16 foot diameter yurt, wooden structure with canvas; interior: beautiful fabrics and carpets, and containing everything I needed.
Amongst the goats, hens, India Runner Ducks, dogs, a heavenly soft, big-eyed, lion-head rabbit, there were semi-feral Dartmoor ponies who are, sadly, very much in decline.
These beauties below were rescue ponies (whose passports to France had luckily not been in order – now in exceptionally good hands indeed): Mother May in the background; and Grace responding to my Reiki sending, her eyes closing – I’ve noticed cats and squirrels respond this way with Reiki.
Grace is also recovering from eating grass too enthusiastically producing a painful, gout-like condition. Unlike their hybrid, thoroughbred counterparts, these wild ponies often fast for several days on the moorland.
Dartmoor pony, named Grace, receiving Reiki through me
Marmalade cat in a crab apple tree receptive to Reiki
Not forgetting a vital member of the land management team below.
I came upon this beautiful, blue-black, glossy fellow and his friend by chance during a postprandial, evening woodland walk as the comforting aroma of wood-fires wafted across the fields.
No Reiki given here. It was becoming chilly and dusk, so I quickly handed a small snack I had in my pocket, but he remained on fully-focused eager alert for more!
With full-force Earth energy blessings to you.
Dawn, Paganus in DevonBack I cast a look, And lingered near the door a little space, Then sought with quiet heart my distant home. Ibid Tomorrow: The Isle of Avalon