The Ancient Stones of Callanish So it was I came to stand amongst these Ancient Stones, A desire that had been harboured from Long ago To make the journey through our land, across the Sea, Then back through time to when These upright splinters were carved from in the Earth And carefully placed upon this Holy rise, A traveller both in space and time I have become, My Origins five thousand years and one thousand miles from here Are fading as I look out across the sea and misty Lands, I cast my vision to the vast Eternity That lies beyond these gentle hills And Between these silhouetted Shards Engraved with veins and igneous folds That tell of their fiery creation at the start of time, I am held Gently as if these were the days When the Earth was a little more enhanced By the grace of these builders who dreamed to celebrate The construction and the wonder of their World; I wondered of the calculations and Observances, Who marked the transits of the Sun and Moon And where they fell to Earth on the Magic solstice Who said that this was where this Stone To mark the Equinox would be, Who tracked the Revolutions of the stars And how they would return, year after year To mark the times of all their lives Who first discovered that the hills beyond Held a sleeping goddess who would always Be reborn when the moon shone down upon her breast And who it was, who so decided to embed These discoveries high upon this hill; Had they some notion that now is lost That to make this connection between The Gods and Goddesses of the Earth and Sky Would bring some advantage to their precarious lives, Or had they come to some belief That if they mixed the Force of Life They knew to be flowing through the Earth With the harmony they found that dwelt within the Stars That if they held their ceremonial rites Amongst a Circle of Stones so perfectly conceived To reflect the laws that governed this creation Then they would conjure up a Supernatural space From which their prayers might be given some special passage To the otherworldly spirit realms where, Perhaps these laws had first been made And where all the fates of Earth are held.All the Mystical Mythical Faeries Wizards Poets Warriors and Healers who feel a deep connection with Our Mother Earth. Alll those who have taken or would like to take the journey deep into her being, into her very essence to celebrate and heal her.href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczI3Mi5waG90b2 J1Y2tldC5jb20vYWxidW1zL2pqMTYyL2RyYWdvbmhpbGw0Mi8/YWN0aW9uPX ZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1kYWxhaWxhbWEuanBn" target="_blank"> .. YEAR OF THE OX