Earlier this week my friend Debra Kristi posted about the push and pull of places that whisper to us, places that tug on our hearts and beckon us enter. Whether in remembrance of someone we loved and lost or for reasons unknown, there exist in this world such places that speak to us in a language only we can understand.
For me, Stonehenge is one of those places. I never tire of reading about Stonehenge or watching documentaries that debate the true purpose of the stone circle. Whether it was used by Druids for sacrifices or to keep track of the stars, will always remain an enigmatic conundrum. Why it was created fascinates me nearly as much as the question of how it was built. Those stones are huge! This picture of my daughter should help put the stone’s into perspective ~ she’s all of 5’4″. See what I mean? Huge!
Several years ago I had the opportunity to visit Stonehenge ~ not just to see the stones from behind a rope, but to go inside the circle, to touch the stones and listen to the whispers of what came before. As I walked around I tried to imagine Beltane in the days before Christianity. Would women dance around the stones naked while others pounded out tribal beats on drums? Were the stones nothing more than an elaborate laundry washing facility? Did the local women gather there to gossip about menfolk? Or was it an exclusive boy’s club where women were shunned?
I tried to still my mind to hear the whispered secrets I just knew the stones wished to tell me. They stayed silent, much to my disappointment. Even so, there was a pull at my heart. A call to something primal inside of me. I felt at peace within the stone circle, content.
In the surrounding fields my daughter and I searched for faerie circles finding them tucked beside patches of clover and delicate white flowers. Sheep bleated in the near distance and cars zipped past oblivious to the magic a few yards up the green slopes.
I’m sure if you live with Stonehenge in your backyard you might have a tendency to overlook it. Like an ornamental garden piece you once loved and cherished but is now rusted from lack of care.
Even if we do get distracted by something new and sparkly, Stonehenge will still be there. Lichen covered, pitted from centuries of rain, the stones will be standing where they were placed hundreds of years ago. Silent stewards of time’s secrets.
Is there a place that speaks to you? Have you ever been to Stonehenge? Did you get any secrets out of those stones? Where are you are going to visit next?