To set you up for this post, I must tell you that last night I watched three episodes of Digging for the Truth (good History Channel show if you haven’t seen it), and the third was about Stonehenge. Of course, as most of the world, I have been fascinated with this site since I was a kid. But when I studied in England a few years ago, the mysticism of the place wore off for me a bit because of how tourist-y the site has become. We arrived by bus with lots of other people arriving by bus, and we then paraded around the stones, separated from them by a thin yellow rope . . . I felt like so much cattle. . . meanwhile, other Americans talked loudly to one another – via cell phone – across the circle. . . Not exactly a magical experience.
However, during my time in England, my classmates and I visited Avebury, and I have never been to a place that felt more powerful to me. . .
From Flickr - Avebury
This set of circles (often described as an old Druid temple but not really fully understood) is much more rustic, much less distinct, and interestingly overlaps with the town of Avebury at one end. . . there’s no yellow rope here – you can wander amongst the stones.
From Flickr - Avebury at sunset
I’m not sure if I can describe accurately – or without sounding creepy – what I felt in Avebury, but it was like I walked into a tingly field of energy, like history vibrated there. I didn’t feel scared; I felt like I was in a holy place (and I do mean that literally – I’ve felt something of the same thing when I’ve gone to churches, like Canterbury Cathedral when the boys’ choir sang on Palm Sunday).
From Flickr - Avebury in the mist
I’ve heard people say they felt a similar touch at other sacred sites – Jerusalem, Macchu Picchu, Llasa – but for me, this was the only time – and it came on me so unexpectedly in a place that I hadn’t known existed.
From Flickr - Avebury at Night
Now, all I want is to go back – anybody up for a summer trip?