Moo

Cambridge in England ought to be twinned with Varanasi in India. Everywhere you look there are cows. They nuzzle picnickers sitting next to the river Cam, block foot paths near the center of town and amble behind the colleges. Yesterday, I had to meet some work colleagues in London, so I cycled off to catch…

Intimations of Immortality

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in…

What Children Know

This week a dear young girl told me about her ‘imaginary friends’ and how they are real to her and that she thinks they are spirits that come to play with her when she is lonely. I didn’t laugh or hope she would grow out of it.  Instead I remembered that on the last page…

Holding Hands Day – August 9th

Why doesn’t someone invent a Holding Hands Day, I thought.  And to my delight I just found out it is a real day – August 9th. Laura and I held hands everywhere –  at home, in the movies, in the street, in hospital. We couldn’t get enough. Holding Laura’s hand in mine warmed my heart…

Avebury – the mother heart

I love Avebury.  It sits on the heart chakra of the world, like Glastonbury. But if  Glastonbury is the warring lion heart, Avebury is the compassionate mother  heart. This place feels like a little slice of heaven. It exudes peace, calm, love and well being. People smile and slow down when they get here. It is…

Home again

‘I’m free. And I’m going back home, back to where I belong,’ our friend Fatima sang at Laura’s memorial. She was channelling what Laura would say to us from the after life if she could. In Michael Newton’s book Journey of Souls, people use the exact same language to describe how they feel after leaving…

Stonehenge

In the 80s I went to one of the last big solstice festivals at Stonehenge. My friend Dave and I took peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a few cheap bottles of wine and a tiny tent. Unfortunately we conked out (call it stoner-henge) and missed the famous sunrise. So I made a pilgrimage back to…

Chalice Well

The Chalice Well at the foot of Glastonbury Tor is supposed to contain healing water. When I drank a little, I was surprised to find it tastes like blood, probably due to the high iron content and slightly viscose quality. The taste is an odd coincidence because legend has it Joseph of Arimethea buried the…

The Isle of Avalon

What do you think the heart chakra of the world might feel like? Tender, warm, comforting?  Volatile, passionate, wild?  Strong, steady, powerful? At first I couldn’t feel anything. After climbing the almost vertical steps to the top of Glastonbury Tor (reputedly the heart chakra of the world), I was dismayed that I felt so little….

Endymion and Selene

This is GF Watts painting of Endymion, who was kissed every night by the beautiful moon spirit Selene. She loved him so, but had no corporeal body with which to hold him.

Watts Chapel

I find great solace in art, especially art that conveys the beauty and longing of the human soul. Ever since I  saw an article on the Watts chapel – 16 years ago –  I’ve longed to see it. I didn’t realize until I finally drove down to Compton, Surrey on wednesday (the start of my…

Love

‘Love, having no geography, knows no boundaries’ – Truman Capote 

Happy Birthday Blog

The blog turned a year old this weekend.  It has had over 55,000 hits and has been read in over 90 countries. It started as a way to reach out to friends and loved ones when Laura was ill.  We wrote it mostly late at night and giggled over the entries –  ‘the blanket thief‘…

Our Spirit Friends

My heart skipped a beat when I read in Journey of Souls that spiritual presences on earth and in the afterlife often appear to be ‘buzzing around like fireflies’ (p98).  If you’ve been following this blog since Xmas, you’ll see that several times I wrote about seeing flashes of light in the room that looked like…