as we drove towards Marazion
St. Michael's Mount loomed in the horizon.[you can catch a ferry across to the Mount or walk when the tide is out.. but of course, no ferries in sight..]
well, here I am. Another pilgrimage achieved. Heard so much about it.. how the Michael and Mary ley line runs through here.. we stopped so I could take some photos and I took a walk on the beach.
as I walked along the beach, looking for stones.. I was accompanied by two black crows.. who kept kind of jumping into the water then back.. quite comical to watch.
It was cold, chilly cold. wind blowing.. just because I am here, I am not prepared to go walking on a cold chilly beach for very long.. don't want to catch a 'death of cold'.. as my nan would say..
I stopped and journalled..
"I don't feel a thing here.. why? Everyone has told me about how this ley line runs through here and how the energy is strong. but no, I cannot feel it."
and I burst into tears.. [I am sure Joe is beginning to wonder about my mental state!!]
"I feel like I have 'failed'.. I feel more connection in the celtic churches & with Mary Magdalene and Mary than I do here.. and I feel more energy ley lines at home in Katoomba than I do here today. I feel let down by all the hype about this ley line"
This is such an emotional journey for me.. the tracing of the ancestors and being here where they lived. hundreds of years ago. feeling a connection to them but not so much the land itself. missing home. .. so much to sort in my head..
Off to find Perranuthnoe.. not far along the road. I am sure if it was warm weather, we could have walked but this is biting Atlantic wind..
we had a look into the church and I found a book there about the Parish.. there was a sign advising that a copy of this book was for sale in the local craft store.. so we walked down there & I got chatting to the owner who was very interested in my story and gave me the number of the Vicars wife in St.Hilary, not far.. who has been doing a history of the area and will be very interested in meeting me. [I will call tomorrow].. anyhow.. the book could not be found and she suggested that we go back to the church and put a donation into the box, with a note.. and take one of the copies there.. so we did.
then we had lunch in a lovely little cafe next door.. full of yummy food.. cakes..
and then a walk to the beach.. I walked for a little while on the beach.. feeling a lot more settled and calm than I had earlier. This is a holiday for me.. to trace my family, to settle a discontent and yearning that I have carried within for many years, to heal ancestral lines [they say our ancestral DNA goes back 7 generations]....
our day at Perranuthnoe:
these flowers, sitting on our table, really brightened the day & my spirits. the colours were gorgeous..
a tower of meringues... no, I didn't have one.. I had rice pudding flavoured with rose-water and cardamon. delicious.
farm land. right next to the coast. growing brassicas.
looking for shells but finding rocks... on the beach that my ancestors most probably walked. did I feel connnection? yes, i felt their presence. a calming peaceful presence.
I don't understand the magick of this land at all.. it is like i have learned finally, that I don't need to.. I understand and feel my own country's magick - in the trees and rocks.. it is different to here.. and that is why I don't feel such a connection. because it is another lifetime that I had the connection. and now, i know I am connected to Australia. such a relief!!