I asked the wind, what is it you are here for why are you doing this? It said;
to unleash chaos, nature is not tidy or manicured.
Seeds will be earthed and reborn.

I asked the wind, what is it you are here for why are you doing this? It said;
to unleash chaos, nature is not tidy or manicured.
Seeds will be earthed and reborn.

Spirit of Land, of Nature, of Home
I am called to the in-between spaces in the land of my home. Colloquialisms name this place “the back of beyond”, and “the wylds”. These liminal lands have a language of nature, a creation of sounds to describe the textures. Artists once stayed here to try to capture the mood, such as John Ruskin, Wordsworth, Constable and Turner.
There was a vast vocabulary of Celtic, Norse, and Roman sounding names for what we now, only call hills and waterways. Our mountains rolled off our tongues as pike, peaks and plains, to vales and valleys over the spine, to crags and riggs, across howes and fells. The glacial waterways were meres and tarns, a pow, a dub of “watter” over to becks and brooks, down ghylls with foaming force, to fords to cross riverbeds and streams.
The mood of this land arises at sunrise through misty peaks over craggy edges. The hilltops breathe mizzle to mossy becks and pooling brooks. The water chatters down fell and force into meres where the spirit hovers, not touching, but tiptoeing across the tarns on the wisps of the Helm wind.
This is sacred breath to me.
It is visceral, it sharpens the senses.
It is magical, mystical and musical.
It is transpersonal.
The humidity touches the skin, just like the mist that kisses the meres as kin.
It is the spirit that one can see “up on’t fell” on temperate mornings
and when we breathe with Her, Her breath, Her bur.
In my homeland her name was Modron –
Mother of the Earth, Mother of the blue planet.
Image: Cumbrian Lake District UK

Magdalene Week has arrived, and today I am reflecting on the double meaning of the goddess scabbard: the protective solidarity of sisterhood and containment, alongside the shadow side of the blade it holds.
I have taken a decent into the Magdalene studies since my teenage years. There are many courses, events, gatherings, in every continent. The name of the Magdalene flows throughout history, with Schools offering initiations, from Pope Francis with the Feast Day of Mary Magdalene from 2016, 1996 to the present Magdalene Laundries historical documentaries, published investigations, and ongoing campaigns that brought our attention to the forced unpaid labour, psychological trauma, and mass grave discoveries, the Gospel of Mary codex purchased in Cairo in 1896 by German diplomat Carl Reinhardt and taken to Berlin, and the erroneous homily of 591 AD by Pope Gregory, also Freud to Galen and to Hippocrates, with so many more connecting Hysteria and the womb.
There is a longing for priestess-like communities rooted in sisterhood, inclusivity, and commonality. There is also the deep need for sheltered and protection still to this day. There will be no end to the mystery of seeking her ways, her rites, her initiations and that is all transformative and meaningful. It is the journey of all journeys towards the sacred. But the cautionary marker for me has been to stop mixing up the profits and the prophetesses. We are not there yet as a collective, when the price for inclusion out prices those in great need. We see high-cost mystery schoolings and charities asking for donations for women’s shelters. A balance needs to come in before we can see the Feminine line as one that is taking care of all women, all women as equal, safe and sovereign. Today the words from the Gospel of Mary still ring out. And if I were ever to advocate a teaching path, I would say this…
Read the words, go look at the Gospel of Mary, you can find it free online. Contemplate the words, rest in silence and resist thoughts, desire, bindings, turnings and open to the teachings of Hers and His in Kenosis. Through the study guides of the Gospel and Heart Centering Prayer Practice, in my opinion, I have found this to be the closest I have every attained to what the teachings may have resembled. And they can be free or worth a few books at the most. I know some will say, that the Gospel of Mary holds no evidence that She was the Author, so please do your own analysis.
Think of Her and Her story.
Dream into Her
Sit with others in Silence or Sacred Spaces
Be Cautious
Be Creative
And reflect on the history She is connected to, in both story and in name.
Women And Hysteria In The History Of Mental Health https://share.google/TluqVyE19thJ8eGZK
Jean-Yves Leloup 2002 The Gospel of Mary Magdalene Inner Traditions Publishing
The Gospel of Mary David Curtis
Cynthia Bourgeault 2004 Centering Prayer and Inner Awakening Cowley Publications

It occurred to me today that within a Medieval Monastery, under the Benedictine Rule, a visitor would first be invited to stay for a few days in a guest house. Likewise, the author and teacher of contemplative practice, James Finley, states that when meeting a visitor at the door, do pause and ask if we can meet the needs that are arising? Can we share an interconnectedness?
In reflection today, I have been sitting with this same question, but as a metaphor for my thoughts. If I consider the visitor, as my thoughts, maybe I can apply this to heart centering prayer practice. How do I greet my thoughts? Are they invited? Do I have the capacity to welcome and sit with these thoughts? Or is this a time to keep the door closed?
Today I sit with the notion of thoughts as visitors. It is ok to be silent. It is ok to keep the door closed for a while.
““Every time you let go of a thought—even if another comes back—you’re practicing this deep motion of non-clinging, letting go, consenting, surrendering.” — Cynthia Bourgeault














Mary Magdalene is many things to different people.
She is healer, myrrh bearer and medicine woman
She is consort, companion, wife, mother, sister, daughter
She is mystic, magic, miraculous
She is spirit, soul, and transformation
She is priestess, prophetess,and leader
She is roseline, bloodline, holy line
Royalty, ancestry and secrecy
However we begin the connection, the light of who She is transforms us. Her words change us, her image, the story is different to each of us. This is her mystical, manifestation of her diamond light. She meets us as we need to be met. She presents what we need, her truth is our truth reflecting back, what we need to see in ourselves.
Beautiful, Light, Divine, Mystic, Missionary, Preacher, Healer, Regent, Ancestor and Sister.
For those who know who She Is
Feast Day MM
Celebrating Our Sovereignty Today
Our Everyday ❤❤
#MaryMagdalene
#wisdomkeeper
#redthread
#alabaster
#marymagdalenerising
#apostle

Part 2- Story of the Knight’s journey up the coastline of Cumbria


The ceremony lacked the expected level of union for his liking. Godfrei felt depleted in the effort to give their companion and teacher due solemnity and observed rites of parity. He could sense the weight of disappointment.
The Chapel now felt empty. It might have been fatigue, or the grief that hit them so unexpectedly. They wouldn’t have been surprised if their elder had passed away in his sleep in Spain, but he had regained his strength and resolve before their last voyage, determined to lead them to deliver their charge.
The brother of this chapel stepped forward, they could not linger here. The all-night rituals had been conducted at the expense of rest and nourishment. It was now time to depart. The brethren spent the entire night coordinating their plans with the changing tides. The brothers, overwhelmed and jaded, agreed to trust their long-held friendship with the villagers. Other boats awaited to take them a short journey up the coast then inland, so they pressed on to Beetham.
The Lord of the Mosses received notification yesterday and subsequently prepared the new resting place under his protection. Although the Church was cold and damp, the setting sun streamed through the high windows. Provisions, including food, wine, and bedding, were offered and a safe place to pray before they rested.
The lay sisters convened to perform the Liturgy of the Hours, as they prayed and rested. They remained cognizant of the villagers’ efforts of heightened security surrounded by daily activities. The reasons for these measures begged further inquiry, but the hymns soothed their tiredness to sleep.
When Godfrei awoke from his bedding mat on the ground he felt inspired by his brothers’ actions. He saw two of them praying in the Lady chapel and decided to join them. He seemed to drift easily into the liminal space of Sanctuary. The singing of the sisters, the soft light of the candles, the sweet smell of the cooked loaf and the warmth of his new clothes lulled him inwards.
Word finally came in the evening light. A soft rap on the wooden door, then voices, stirred him from the cushion on the chapel floor. Had he drifted back into sleep? No, he had gained his direction from his curled position, but it was not sleep. He had finally been able to rest, eat, and gain enough strength to enter the realm of guidance.
He got up and approached the doorway, dubiously not from fear but the strangeness of the light. He knew before he entered in the conversation, passage north was possible. But the conversation brought more difficulties to the journey ahead. Dacre’s man had brought word. Safety for their vessels was always paramount and raiders where in the waters around the coastline. The route was now over land. They were so close to the Abbey, but this meant the Abbey was also at risk.
The delay now appeared intentional. The death of their Elder, the overnight Rituals, the stay at the church were all keeping them hidden from the coastal route. All these delays were divinely guided.
This was the very quest undertaken by their predecessors, and now it was their turn.
St. Michael and All Angels Beetham Church

The church is on the south border of Cumbria into Lancashire just off the A6 at Milnthorpe. The tower is an old Anglo-Saxon structure, with extended church aisles dating from the 12th century and full restorations in the 18oos. There are many interesting features to the exterior including a sundial to the right of the priest’s doorway.

The church was first dedicated to Saint Lioba, the 7th century Benedictine nun from Wessex. The daughter of a noble family and related to St. Boniface. She was educated at Wimborne Minster, probably skilled in the fine ornamenting of scriptures and needlework that created the embroidery of wall hangings of Europe’s great houses. She is well known in Germany as an Abbess in the convents of St. Boniface. She was known to frequent the royal courts of Charlemagne and to have performed miracles. Miracles that the Monk Rudolf of Fulda claimed continued to work from her grave tomb.(Wikipedia). I found the anchoress’s cell up the road from the church the most honourable dedication to one of England’s saints the most precious sight in our times. The stain glass windows within the church depict Lioba with Wessex royal Saints Ethelburga. She was the 7th century daughter of King Æthelberht of Kent and Queen Bertha. In 625, she married Edwin of Northumbria as his second wife. A condition of their marriage was Edwin’s conversion to Christianity. Here she is pictured also with Saint Osyth. She was born in Quarrendon in Buckinghamshire. Her father was Frithwald a Mercian sub-king of Surrey and her mother was Wilburga, daughter of King Penda of Mercia.

The stain glass windows to early Christian saints are delightful in the church. They are full of vibrant colour and contain the apostles including Mary Magdalene.







There are fragments of medieval glass in the Lady Chapel. These depict King Henry IV, fragments of Christ the King, coats of arms thought of the Stanley family, who were given lands of Westmorland, including Beetham, after the Battle of Bosworth.




(thanks to the websites of Beetham Church and Wikipedia)