Later that day I bought a coach ticket to visit a village called Amesbury, home of the famous Stonehenge. Also the place where my granny grew up as a child. She recalled playing in the fields there and climbing the Stonehenge for fun, far before it was ever a tourist attraction.
Many people would consider this lengthy side trip to be a waste of time, after all simply put, it is a pile of rocks. For me however it was high on my priority list. I wanted to go there for myself, to become a part of the wonder and experience the mystery that has fascinated and baffled millions of people from all over the world.
As we reached the farmlands of Southern England the scenery opened up to a bright, and ever green endless field. It rolled and waved along the earth's surface. We were caught speechless when off in the distance we saw her, sitting on the horizon as she had done for thousands of years. We pulled off the main road and took a small shuttle bus down a gravel farm road to the historic site. We would catch teasing glimpses of the Stonehenge each time the bus climbed one of the small hills, then she would disappear again as the bus descended. Finally we arrived to a small mound where she stood alone but boldly.
When we got off the bus we were surrounded by the most alluring ambiance. People may say the Stonehenge is a load of over exuded crap, but the feeling in the air was real. I am very a sentient and sensitive person, the energy easily captivated me. It was as if there was a lingering electricity floating in the wind. I can't say if the Stonehenge was the source of the intense vibe in the area or if it was the field land itself, but undoubtedly there was something there. The lands had been sacred to numerous societies over thousands of years. Here there have been graves and burial sites from many different peoples, some who had traveled from foreign lands on foot to lay rest and become a part of the residual energy surrounding the area.
We were accompanied by a local sheep herd as well as an unkindness of ravens. However the ravens didn't bring their usual ominous ambiance with them. Instead they brought an almost friendly attraction to the heritage site. Perhaps they were lured there for the same unknown reasons I was.
Many people would consider this lengthy side trip to be a waste of time, after all simply put, it is a pile of rocks. For me however it was high on my priority list. I wanted to go there for myself, to become a part of the wonder and experience the mystery that has fascinated and baffled millions of people from all over the world.
As we reached the farmlands of Southern England the scenery opened up to a bright, and ever green endless field. It rolled and waved along the earth's surface. We were caught speechless when off in the distance we saw her, sitting on the horizon as she had done for thousands of years. We pulled off the main road and took a small shuttle bus down a gravel farm road to the historic site. We would catch teasing glimpses of the Stonehenge each time the bus climbed one of the small hills, then she would disappear again as the bus descended. Finally we arrived to a small mound where she stood alone but boldly.
When we got off the bus we were surrounded by the most alluring ambiance. People may say the Stonehenge is a load of over exuded crap, but the feeling in the air was real. I am very a sentient and sensitive person, the energy easily captivated me. It was as if there was a lingering electricity floating in the wind. I can't say if the Stonehenge was the source of the intense vibe in the area or if it was the field land itself, but undoubtedly there was something there. The lands had been sacred to numerous societies over thousands of years. Here there have been graves and burial sites from many different peoples, some who had traveled from foreign lands on foot to lay rest and become a part of the residual energy surrounding the area.
We were accompanied by a local sheep herd as well as an unkindness of ravens. However the ravens didn't bring their usual ominous ambiance with them. Instead they brought an almost friendly attraction to the heritage site. Perhaps they were lured there for the same unknown reasons I was.
I stayed until dusk, basking in the mystery and exploring the endless questions this incredible site provoked. This sunset was like no other. Dusk quietly crept over the hills and touched the scene with a golden kiss of light. Night soon blanketed the site, and a cold breeze sent me on my way.