That's right, wonderful Avebury.
I took my notebook and pen, planning to do some writing, which ... er ... didn't happen.
I took a book with me, planning to read for a while, but ... er ... that didn't happen either.
Instead, I had the most lovely day, wandering the stones and the henge, soaking up the sun and the energies, and smiling, smiling, smiling.
I wanted to make a Summer Solstice visit without having to deal with the crowds next weekend, so since the Solstice energies are buzzing for a week either side of the actual Solstice, yesterday it was. And it was perfect. Sunny, relatively quiet, with lovely open, shimmering energies.
The stones were warm in the sun, soft from six thousand years of weathering, rough with lichen.
I wandered the circle, and came upon a group of a dozen or so people engaged in a kind of spontaneous, freeform, slow-mo, movement/dance session. They took it in turns to 'dance', rising as the spirit took them, and were led by an ancient Japanese dude, who was as flexible as a rubber band, and beautiful to watch. So watch I did.
Then I wandered on.
The Cove, a favourite spot of mine, had been turned into a nursery (it fascinates me how the sheep always seem to be drawn to these particular stones):
And these little guys were very interested in me:
Every time I visit, different stones draw me. Yesterday, this was a favourite:
The nettles hugging the base reminded me of the Carolyn Hillyer song, 'Secret Thorn', which includes the words:
"I long for the comfort of briar,
I crave the kiss of thorn.
The nettle sting is my lover,
And the sweet embrace of gorse."
So I sang the song to the stone, and these curious folk showed up to listen to the crazy lady:
Later in the day, after eating my packed lunch in my favourite spot, I spent some time near The Sanctuary, which lies on the line of the Michael Line (a major ley-line, for those of you scratching your head and looking at me askance). I wasn't the only person who chose to spend some quiet time there. Nearby, two young guys were tuning in to the energies. One stood some distance behind the other, tall totem stick in hand, watching over his friend, who sat cross-legged, much like me, meditating. He was lithe and nut-brown, and I have a feeling the pair of them may turn up in a story of mine one day.
I couldn't have had a more perfect day.
Well, aside from the fact that I've come home with a sunburned scalp. (Note to self: wear hat next time!)
Bright Solstice Blessings to all who celebrate.