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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

a walk around Fowey..

we arrived in Fowey yesterday [Foy as in joy].. a beautiful village on the Fowey River.. where river meets sea.. our gorgeous grand old dame of an hotel

The Fowey Hotel..
for 5 days of pampering and bliss.. of being on holiday.. it is kind of like a respite from emotional stuff.. I think.
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..


  1. You have inspired me to be looking at places and people I have seen. I found one this morning in Feock, Cornwall and the farmer I used to know there called Laxey Collins. I've thought about him for years and this morning I found him. He's long dead but I found him.

  2. Lovely Christmassy photos! Enjoy your hotel vacation!

  3. FROM CHERYL: The Spirit of your great grandmother Laura is within you. She is experiencing Cornwall once more through you. That is a special gift from you to her and from Laura to you.

  4. You have truly encompassed the spiritual gift-giving of Christmas, rather than the material. I am sure this trip will bring you peace.
    "May the peace which passeth all understanding, be amongst you and remain with you always". Seems apt doesn't it. Amongst you and yours, those no longer with us, but with us in spirit also.
    Have a lovely Christmas knowing friends and family will be thinking of you home here in Oz. xx