Cauldron

I wait here

At this between-place

Neither one thing or the other

Water lapping land

Changing the boundary

With every tiny wave

That breaks upon the shore

It is a crossing place

From here to there

Sacred, special, liminal

A place to leave offerings

A place to make sacrifice

A place of transformation

Of creation…of destruction…


Written for: Weekend Writing Prompt #131 | Word count: 57

Amongst the Ruins – Monday Inspiration

Continuing on with the recent theme of the spirit of place, I thought I would post about another place that I find incredibly inspiring, one that I had the chance to visit again over the bank holiday: a ruined and roofless church in Bedfordshire…

The church for the now vanished village of Segenhoe was dedicated to All Saints, the earliest parts of which date to the late Anglo-Saxon period.  This quiet corner is the perfect place to indulge in a little inspiration – and a cup of tea 🙂  It was raining during our visit, and the colours chosen for the photos matched the moody, gothic atmosphere perfectly…

Inspired by the Spirit of Place

I have written before about the Spirit of Place, most recently at the beginning of June as part of a blogging challenge.  The post, Echoing the Past: The Spirit of Place explored my thoughts, feelings and experiences on the subject as I explained why it is so important to me.

This week I had the good fortune to be again inspired by the spirit of place. The setting was a picnic beneath an old oak tree, in the middle of the English countryside, which offered views for miles and miles around, as well as the chance to glimpse buzzards, red kites and rainbows.  However, the most captivating part of the day had to be being able to look on as rain moved along the river valley…

rain in the valleyThe gnarled oak tree itself was enchanting…

gnarled oak

…and the view from underneath it, looking up into it’s rich, green boughs fired my imagination …

beneath the old oakIt has been some time since I have been so moved by a place.  The only problem is, I am inspired to be writing things I shouldn’t be working on at the moment…I should be working on ghost stories and my next Andromache Jones mystery amongst other things but all I want to do is write more poetry about the natural world, the spirits of the earth, and of course, the green man…after all, it was his tree I was sitting beneath…

Being inspired by the spirit of place effects me in different ways to other sources of inspiration…perhaps it has something to do with being completely immersed in it.  What you see, hear, touch, taste and smell is all influenced by the environment you are in.  It can’t be switched off…

At any rate, this place now has a hold over my heart…I would love to see how it is altered by moonlight, and I think it would be a splendid place to watch the sunrise on a solstice morning…

Wishing you a weekend full of inspiration x