Some pictures and poetry from the camp:
Mark and Bobcat in the Opening Rite - Photo: Little Mouse
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The Tribe
We drift in slowly,
In ones and two’s,
Small groups and families,
Slowly we come together,
Creating small circles of extended family
Contained within the whole of the Tribe of the Valley.
Like Nomads of past times,
We come,
Renewing old acquaintances,
Re-forgeing friendships and Love,
Re-affirming our Loyalty to one another;
Spending time together, making time to sit and relax in the warmth
of friendship,
Protected within the Haven of the Tribe.
A few days,
Too little time,
But then,
that is the way it is now;
Then on the final day
We step back from those we love,
Separate ourselves from our physical connections.
Slowly with sorrowful goodbyes,
We make our way back out of this valley of friendship,
Away from the security of our Tribe,
Journeying back into the harshness of the World,
Leaving behind nothing,
But circles in the grass to say we have been there.
Danefox
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The Litter Guardians - Photo Hawkwind
The Litter Arriving - Photo Little Mouse
From an email...
I have some pictures of the guardians
in armour but none of the actual procession, but I hope someone has an
actual
picture
of the litter being
carried by the Druidic Sword Guardians including their newest recruit
(me)
(who are the "litter guardians"? Is that some kind of anti-pollution
group
or rubbish disposal team? LOL ; )
But seriously I can comment that we felt that it was
a great honour to serve
in carrying the litter (hard work, but very good fun). In my mind it
now
seems like a dream sequence. I felt transported back in time (or to a
time
outside time) and it seemed that we were really carrying the chief or
the
High Priestess of the tribe up to the Sacred Grove with the whole tribe
following and watching us. Something that probably has not been done
for
publicly for perhaps two thousand years? Whoever had the idea of doing
the
litter thing and who put the litter chair together did a marvellous job
too.
We are also glad it served a practical purpose of getting Bobcat up
and
down the hill. I hope she had a relatively comfortable journey. I think
I
have rarely been so focussed as when helping to carry that litter - we
were
trying really hard not to fall over! I am also not that fit, but I also
had
an almost supernatural burst of energy to do the job. The blessings and
power of the ancestral spirits perhaps? It was, as they say, something
of a
'peak experience' - a great time.
Bright Blessings
White Horse /|\
