Friday, January 13, 2012
Avalon or My Secret Obsession
Because of my connection to Her I was introduced to the Mists of Avalon, (I mean c'mon what Pagan girl doesn't love that book?) When I lived along the Russian River I read each and every book that Marion Zimmer Bradley had written connected to the Holy Isle and the Priestesses that were a part of it.
I dreamed of walking up the Tor. I wished to walk on the holy grounds where I felt my spiritual ancestors would have called home. I was desperate to taste the water of the Red and White Springs. And luckily I got my wish...
Several years after my foray into the fantasy world that Marion Zimmer Bradley had created I found myself on an airplane on my way to England.
After many magickal discoveries that I was not expecting I finally got the one that I was. As the bus turned a corner and revealed the valley below I got my first glimpse of the Tor off in the distance and I knew that this was home. This was the place where I belonged more than any other place in the world. Once in the town I walked down the narrow streets that all seem to wind their way to the top of this magickal peak and it felt like I had done it a million times.
At the top of the Tor I sat and looked out over the land. My partner made a joke, asking if I was in the process of calling the mists. Shortly thereafter the mists started to fill up the valley and I felt as if Morgan herself was welcoming me home.
And now my longing remains. It has been several years since my trip to England and every single day I have a longing to go back. I check the weather in Glastonbury often, I pull it up on Google Maps to get a peek at my homeland, and I look at pictures to remind me of what I am missing.
So yes, it is my secret obsession. Everyone knows that I want to live there, but the intensity of my longing is something that words cannot express. I don't live there right now for a lot of reasons, but I know that I will, and in the meantime I love Avalon from a distance and hold Her hand while waiting.