If you read nothing else this week, make space in your schedule for this wonderful (long) read from William Young. Stunning images, and beautiful words, which so eloquently capture the sense of space, spiritual energy, and tranquility which is my Summer stomping ground. So much so, that a Winter visit may well be in order… 🙂 Enjoy!
The Druids Bringing in the Mistletoe, by Edward Atkinson Hornel & George Henry
The west of Europe used to be full of Celtic temples. In every settlement, every holy grove, every mountain top and ring of stones that held any import for the peoples of old there would have been some structure marked out as holy, a place to connect the people to the spirits who lived alongside of them. There were statues of gold and idols of stone, rings of trees wreathed with cloth, wells encircled by the swirling patterns of the art called La Tene. A vivid, distinct and technically accomplished culture did as all such cultures have done; piled up in its holiest of holies the greatest achievements of its civilisation, to honour the gods that it worshipped.
The afterglow of their achievements still hangs on the horizon. The illuminated gospels of Ireland, the giant carved stones of the Picts…
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