The Fowey Hotel..
Before taking off to explore on foot, we went into the bar and had a light lunch.. tea and sandwiches. And I sat, in relief, I think.. that for a few days, i could just rest and enjoy. I have earned it after the soul journey I have been on over the past weeks.
[Some may wonder why I bother.. but, it is within me to do this and as a spiritual mentor said once to me.. once on the spiritual path, one finds it hard to turn back.. and my ancestral journey is part of my spiritual self]
a walk around the village of Fowey... it reminds me of somewhere... Bondi, Vaucluse.. I am not sure.. but lots of beautiful steps and homes tucked into tiny streets... very neat.. window boxes, wreaths on doors... and I can see the Christmas spirit here....
it was raining as we walked but for once this didn't bother me.. as if I am just getting use to it..
we walked for awhile.. in and out of quaint little shops.. I am looking for a journal for 2013...
the streets at night are twinkling... like faery land.. it touches my inner child.. and I feel glee and joy welling up within..
'my first night in our hotel.. laying awake listening to the waves, I knew that for the next few days.. I am on vacation - a true holiday - where I will sight see, eat, shop and enjoy the time with Joe.. my task here in Cornwall is almost at an end.. i still have yet to walk the Moors... to say goodbye to the Cornwall of my ancestral line - to place my stone somewhere - '
'I woke early Sunday morning... 3.33am.. and felt a need to sit at the window, overlooking the river and across to the land on the other side.. lights twinkling.. I was sitting listening to music and in my mind, I was taken to being on a ship, sailing away from England.. I felt Laura's pain in my own heart, tears sprang to my eyes and slowly trickled down my cheeks and my heart ached. I was saying goodbye to Cornwall on behalf of my great grandmother... [Joe says that i sound like I am teleporting or being a medium for others.. not sure.. all I know is that this is definitely happening to me]'
'as we drive along & I gaze out at the fields, houses and sky... my mind wanders to that place of thought, where the mind goes sometimes..."Cornwall feels part of me but not of me" - that sounds very odd... but makes sense to me'
so off we go on a little walk around Fowey.....
we also went to Veryan... another village on my tree..
found another gravestone of a maybe ancestor..
but what i found intriguing were the carvings in the stone of the church...
very interesting... quite pagan.. and to me.. a sign of the two spiritual beliefs, Earth worship and early christianity intertwining - brilliant.. if they could do it, then so can I....
and so tomorrow... Christmas Eve.... Joe and I have our stockings ready..