I only actually attended a couple of the Fringe events, the first was Penny Billington’s excellent talk on Esoteric Glastonbury. The second event was the Perpetual Awens, facilitated by Barry Patterson in the Chalice Well Meeting Room.
Luckily I got there in time to grab one of the last few remaining seats on the floor, it was really popular and some folks were turned away. The idea was simply to sing/chant/whisper Awens for an hour, it was an absolutely fantastic experience, the sound swelled and faded around the room and by the end we were were all exhilarated and profoundly moved. Beautiful.
Afterwards I spent an hour or two in Chalice Well Gardens which was wonderfully healing and a great way to gently come back into the present. They were looking lovely. The whole experience inspired me to try my hand at some poetry while I sat by the waterfall!
On the way back to Town I visited the White Spring, although unfortunately I couldn’t get in as there was a private ritual going on. I came home with a bottle of water from each spring for use in ritual 🙂
In the room, backs straight, thoughts calmed, we begin.
The Awen rises, fractures and coalesces.
It travels up and down the World Tree, circling the branches, embracing the trunk, plunging deep to the roots.
Oscillating, fracturing and reforming in murmurations we rise together.
Somewhere in the universe, a new galaxy is sung into being.
In the gardens afterwards, the sound of the Awen reverberates.
The gnats sing it so quickly it’s a whine. The bees sing it so slowly it stretches to a buzz.
The water droplets, together but apart, sing their own individual cascading Awens down the waterfall.
In the still centre of my being the Awen echoes eternally on.