Author: medicinalmeadows

  • The Quest to St.Patrick’s Chapel and St. Peter’s Church

    The Quest

    This series of blogposts combines historical sites in Cumbria and the Borders with personal reflections. I am on a quest, a Calling, to go visit the paths of the Templars, Mary and Magdalene Way. I am trusting my intuition, the sights and signs I find as I go and the Earth’s grid that connects me to land, place, and space across past, present, and future. These posts document my journey and the insights I uncover within myself. The writing is a blend of personal insights, historical findings and storytelling. I feel I am one long storyline unfolding with the next steps.

    The Calling presents the Quest,

    and the Quest propels the Way.

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    The Knights Templar’s Crossing

    As they neared the coast, their safe harbour that had been established more than 400 years prior was in sight. Their course had been maintained throughout this journey, guided by comforting signs, the swans nearing the coastline, the stars, their Stella Maris.

    This time the crew felt the pressure of their final departure. They had nearly completed their mission, at least by sea. They observed the prominent chapel on the coast and expressed gratitude to St. Patrick and St. Martin of Tours. The ship groaned against the waves, but predominantly, they heard their own voices in adoration, as they chanted together through these final moments to shore.  

    The chapel came into view, followed by the lights along the shore. They had entered safe waters, and the sight of the Bay served as a reassuring indicator of their proximity to Sanctuary, a place they now longed for. The Brethren on the sandy shore were prepared to extend a warm welcome, offering necessary care and support, especially given the near completion of their mission. The promise of rest was both a source of nourishment and a reminder of their fatigue. Their bodies instinctively recalled the safety of the Abbey, lulling them into premature rest. They had to summon inner strength to keep moving forward.

    The sky resembled a velvet canopy, with stars lighting their way to the shore. She remained their reliable guide once again. They travelled when the moon was waning, navigating through the night under Her starry cloak. Upon anchoring on the shore, they discovered that their elder companion had passed away. The movement of the ship and their voices in prayer had gently carried him into eternal rest.

    Suddenly they realized this changed everything. It demanded a delay to their journey for another day and night. The following period would be dedicated to honouring their long-time mentor who had guided them since the beginning. One of them took responsibility immediately and could be heard speaking to the Brethren on the shore. The others all silent onboard, now below deck. When they all raised their gaze at the same time from their beloved elder, at peace, they realised this wasn’t just about the Rites of Parity, but a successor.

    They all felt the same rise of notability. The one who was to be given the keys. They all shared the same thoughtful consideration for the individual who was to be united with the formal rites of the keys, who was not yet aware of the important duty he was to undertake. His life was about to change with the formal transfer of authority, marking not just the departure of his elder brother but also the transition of responsibilities into his hands before proceeding to the Abbey. It was necessary to conduct this ceremony with due solemnity before handing over the charge in their hands to the guardians of the grail.

    History of the Chapel

    The ruin dates from the 8th or 9th century and is built of sandstone. Near the chapel is a group of six rock-cut tombs from the 11th century and a separate group of two rock-cut tombs. Each group has an associated socket probably intended for a timber cross. The buried skeletons uncovered were dated as no earlier than the 10th century. 1,200 artefacts were also recovered, which showed that the site had been occupied about 12,000 years ago (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Patrick%27s_Chapel,_Heysham).

    Archaeologists found that the cemetery was split into a large central area with two smaller sites in the east and west. Bodies were placed on their backs, in a traditional Christian east-west orientation (with their heads pointing towards the west). Some had their arms crossed, which was also an early Christian practice. A mix of women, men and children were interred. Perhaps surprisingly, ten people, two of which were children, were buried under the floor of the chapel itself. Around eighty-four individuals from the community were buried on the site during its use, with an even split between males and females. They are reburied in the church yard at St Peter’s church.

    Of particular significance was the burial of a woman who was placed close to the south door of the chapel. She had been wrapped in a shroud and to the right side of her pelvis was a curved ‘hogback’-shaped bone comb of Anglo-Scandinavian design.

    Heysham also has a Viking age hogback stone in the nearby St Peter’s Church.  

    It is not known where or when St Patrick was born but, historians place him sometime in the 400s. In recent years, two places have been put forward for his place of origin, Ravenglass in Cumbria and Birdoswald near Hadrian’s Wall. After six years in Ireland, he escaped and returned to England. It’s not clear where he made landfall – local tradition holds that it was at Heysham (https://lancashirepast.com/2024/11/30/a-history-of-the-rock-cut-graves-and-st-patricks-chapel-heysham/).

    All photos by Janice Turner Salmon

  • Fancy Jasper

    Meet Fancy Jasper sourced from all dry continents of the Earth. It looks like a palette of the desert sands. It is smooth chalcedony and quartz, nice to hold for meditations. It brings in a connection to Earth Based Wisdoms for recall and journeys of old lineages of the land.

    Fancy Jasper aligns the Root Chakra to the Higher Chakras. Opens up energy of stability and peacefulness, to a place, situation and safety. Creates a sense of belonging to practices of ritual and ceremony, to being at one with the land around you, from gardening to homemaking and settling in.

  • In times of chaos….pray

    Shap Abbey

    Divine Mother

    My prayer for the year ahead is to meet my edge with more grace. In times of chaos, challenge or conflict help me stand strong and walk towards my boundary, my edge.

    Help me be curious and walk towards my uncomfortable feelings with love and an open heart.

    In times of mistrust or division help me raise my head, my lungs and breathe in a stride towards that tension.

    May I lean towards my limits with a new learned sense of familiarity. Let this become a place I know and a space of recognisable wisdom.

    Let my body and spirit know my edge as much as I know my centre. And may the retraction inward be a soft walk back to myself with compassion in tow.

    I pray I walk within my self with affirmation of safety. That I being to recognise this boundary as a recognisable place which is part of my whole. So my edge is a place I grow to know as much as my resting repose.

    Amen

  • Slow Walking

    Pilgrim Path

    Slow walking this week is teaching me to be present to all that is around me and within me. I can feel the tension in my body and where the tightness lies. I feel every part of my foot on the ground when I walk slow. I can sense where I am out of balance, overstepping, trampling or avoiding. Mindfulness walking helps me read my steps, my tension, my needs, inside and outside my body.
    And then there are the birds that fly towards me, reminding me to go even more lightly on this path.
    The sounds of the wind come closer to remind me of the things I hear that can be overwhelming, or soft and charming to my releasing breath. There is music that sings inside me and a voice I hardly use.
    And the warmth of the sun soothes some of the tension at my back, telling me that there is also warmth behind me not just regret. Some of that warmth can be helpful as I contine to walk my path, always forwards, always slow, and always with every feeling rising up from my feet upon this earth.
    #thewalkofanempath

    #everystepaprayer

    #magdalenemusings

  • Priestess

    It’s been a while since I posted spirit drawings. This is the most recent,  inspired by journey meditation through the path of time, when travel was across more land than sea.

    Child of Light

    Priestess
  • February Irises

    February always seems to be a bit of a slow path to spring, with some glimpses of blue skies and sunshine on still days. I look to my Irises and watch how they are so resilient to the morning frost, the low temperatures and strive towards the yellow streaming light at noon. Each day I check they are making it through. We are forecast icy rain and snow again, I have many things I seem to worry about, but these flowers just soak up the light. They spread their petals fully open without a bit of concern.

  • Pathways of Prayers

    I pray today for new ways of walk this earthly reality with my feet firmly planted in each and every moment.

    May my feet connect to the one place, one time, one love. May my feet anchor me sturdy and strong. May my feet feel the pulse of Mother Earth, the temperature of present awareness.

    May my feet be open to pull in all the valleys, alleys and avenues of choices, considerations here present. May my feet be able to spread my weight evenly with equanimity as my teacher.

    May my footsteps be met with desired movement. May forward action be with a tender greeting of all the elements playing a symphony of encouragement and guidance through All the paths and passages of life.

  • Destination

    May we be courageous enough

    to turn our feet towards Death.

    Let that path lead us to our heart’s desire

    with a sense of walking home to ourselves,

    to our destiny, our wisdom

    and our fulfilment

    within this lifetime

    This path to death is the death walk that disrobes us from our layers of injustice, inadequate circumstances that degrades and contains. The path towards death releases the chains and ties that has held us with the imaginal trapped inside a world that looks for love instead of being Love.

    The walk is for the ones who can let down the terms and conditions and surrender to the promises of nothing, but receives everything from one act of turning. And sees the path behind and allows it to remain as it is, without revisiting, without another step towards it.

    The path of death is seeing death in life, amongst the living, and feeling the dissolution of ties to the heart fall away, to allow the doors of death to appear. These doors are not the end , they hold at first a grief, for what has been, but they are now the destination.

    The destination of death is the future. The future of what can be, which feels empty, but this is a life that is the differences to still be filled. It lies currently with spaciousness of sky, expanse of earth, and relationships to be desired and loved. In this one in breath death appears like an hourglass. The above is still full, the below is foundation and the point in-between is the present. And the present is spiralling. Spiralling into current existence. Here we are, here we stand and the path towards death is full.

    As we face the spiral life is still falling into the face of our existence. Life is flowing into you right now and in each, present, moment. The sand beneath our feet is just the foundation that constantly holds us up higher towards the life that is to come, of infinite moments.

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  • The Sacred No

    Do you remember a time when you were absolutely raging. Like you completed hit boiling point and a full on deluge poured and a bit of spit came out of your mouth?

    Now imagine that boiling point in front of the folk that your Mam knows, the neighbours and family of all ages, including your peers from work and your friends next door. Imagine that amount of visibility.

    There’s a  passage written that speaks to that amount of breaking. Here I wish to speak into that description, of that scene, but with volume. I want you to imagine the sound. Imagine the inner crumbling of the contained composure in a very public, the most public place possible, the sacred place within the heart, the mind and the entire shaking and trembling body parts. The heart would be pounding, sight distorted, and sweat would be stinking over the back, as well as pouring over the face to further intoxicate, from the top of the head to the feet below. The outer world would be ablaze with a piercing din. The atmospheric pitch would be ringing throughout the place from the shattering volume of pottery and metal smashing on the stone floor.  The high ringing would ricochet off the walls and back and forth disorientating the inner ears time after time after time, in a never ending dissonance and then the roar from the people in disarray. Human voices adding into the overwhelm of discord, aggression and shock of what is a crucial breakdown of order, and decorum.

    My thoughts here are to provide a description of the noise, the internal and external breaking open to bring forth a sacred No. When boundaries have been crossed into the personal, the sacred inner temple of ones heart, when Love has been trampled on, repeatedly, we have this internal roar that can not be melted away but is brought forth to crack us open. This sacred moment, is as ugly and sullied as it sounds. It brings a clear and creative moment that unblocks the clenching emotions to the ignorant to reform the imposed and repressed moment.

    Sometimes the thundering clatter of a Holy No is necessary. Because the edge of our being can not be crossed over and over to the detriment of our hearts, our minds, spirit and biology, yes our biology!

    When I consider my boundaries are just like the cells inside of me, the membrane that has the most wonderful, discernible boundary that is at work day and night, I remember my physiology is the most sacred thing I can have here on earth. My humanness is showing me since the day I was conceived, my boundaries are charged with a sacred no and a sacred yes. This inner working has the most helpful insights. When I say yes and when I exercise a worthy No, my body responds, my mind responds, if the boundary is broken, repeatedly, the most sacred act I can do for myself is to sound louder and louder until it is heard.

    Until I Am Heard.

  • The Prayers that Walk us through the Darkest Winter

    Memories of last years snowy visits to my Fathers bedside are arising. This time of year is a reminiscing of those dark nights in heavy white snowflakes and the determination to get to him no matter what.

    The car got left at the roadside at the foot of a hill too slippy to climb. We had our faces dipped down and hoods tightly pulled in.

    The ground was fresh and crisp and cars that normally litter the carpark where nowhere to be seen. Just clean inches of snowfall outside the hospital entrance.

    I sat that night too worried to hold his hand with my freezing fingers. Instead I kept them wrapped around the rosary beads. Pattering through the Pater beads and stringing along my Hail full of Grace. The beads are still in my bag from last year and maybe it is time to give them a new purpose, with winter walks. Once upon a time I wouldn’t have dared to walk about with the prayers pacing aloud but now it feels more necessary. These prayers bring me to the awareness of the nature around me and to my Father. His love of the Robin tweeting, the leaves still orange and the pink skies a 4pm.

    For me it also reminds me of the support and nurturing around me. Of the prayers offer to me in my hour of need by a circle of friendship. That night as I said the prayers I knew my friends, they call them rosebuds, where saying them also and thinking of me. Prayers hold us up, set us down and hear our grief even in our silence.

    My prayers this year are allowing me to release these body shivers and somatic sparks of electricity as I remember Him. I still sit in circle with those who held me so near from so far across the globe. Our prayers transverse continents and encircle us when we need it the most.

    Thank you Rosebuds. You are always in my heart and in my walks of prayers.

    #wayoftherose #sevensorrows