Saturday, 8 November 2014
The dance of life.
.......and the mist thins to reveal the southwest......a shining wheat field, speckled with brilliant blue cornflowers and red poppies. There are picnic baskets spilling the remains of the labourers food. One field has been scythed, except for a single tussock. A heat haze blurs your vision, and in the rolling landscape you sense a shining figure. The men are standing back in a group from the last swathe of grain and one by one they throw their scythes to cut through it. As the last scythe flies, the air shimmers and the grain is sheared like the head of the solar king, crowned with wheat. As the bright stems fall among the poppies, a huge hare bounds from the stubble and disappears across the fields. The heat haze turns to mist which obscures the scene, leaving you with the bittersweet taste of sacrifice and harvest.....the dance of life.
The path of Druidry...................Penny Billington.
Have a good weekend