The Hushing of The Wye

The Wye

” The Wye is hushed nor moved along,
And hushed my deepest grief of all,
When filled with tears that cannot fall,
I brim with sorrow, drowning song.

The tide flows down, the wave again,
Is vocal in its wooded walls,
My deeper anguish also falls,
And I can speak a little then.”

from ‘The Hushing of the Wye’
by Alfred Lord Tennyson

a grave with a view

a grave with a view

“A past that is now lost
The dreams I never forgot
nor the silent whispers
From the souls of glass
Sunrise over locus mortis
I hope that they will give me
A grave with a view”

 

words from the album ‘Soulside Journey’ by Darkthrone

 

photo taken at Arbow Low, Derbyshire, England

 

Arbow Low is an old friend of mine.
It is a prehistoric ritual site with a neolithic henge, recumbent stone circle and dozens of bronze age tumulii in a beautiful location and fantastic views of the surrounding countryside in all directions.
A space that has spanned the portal of life and death for over 6000 years.

 

A gateway to and from The Summerlands.