I woke up on the Sunday with a thumping headache and general queasiness. As it was sunny I decided to start to pack up, both to take advantage of the weather, and also to take my mind off the possibility of throwing up! When I’d done as much as I could, I headed off towards the river in the hopes of finding a good spot to do some thinking.
I was drawn to a bare patch of earth in the shelter of a hawthorn tree and sat looking along the valley. I very soon drifted off into a meditative state. My immediate purpose, now I was less physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted, was to examine how I felt about the Intention of the walk. Could I make any sense out of the day before.
Of course it’s pretty difficult to keep in a receptive state when your brain feels like it is being drilled through, so my immediate concern soon switched to asking for a healing. I had a profoundly moving and wonderful encounter with an Ancestor figure who was also prepared to help with my head. I won’t go into all the details here but unfortunately it seemed to make things worse before it got better. I could feel my eyes and head swelling up on the drive home, I was burning up, and then Bracken pointed out that my face had turned brick red! After a couple of hours I was thankfully back to normal.
Although I had found a human face to my Ancestor, it didn’t seem to have any relevance to the previous day’s events. It wasn’t until I had begun to reread the Wildwood tarot notes that I could appreciate what the Walk had begun. So it seems that I have discovered a helper and guide for my journey, and been taught that even when I feel I can’t carry on, I can. So next time I am having a wobble I know who to call on. I’m looking forward to discovering more about them and also to finding out what the ripples begun by the Walk will reveal in the future.