{"id":6173,"date":"2011-12-01T01:10:32","date_gmt":"2011-12-01T06:10:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paganpages.org\/content\/?p=6338"},"modified":"2011-11-21T21:03:01","modified_gmt":"2011-11-22T02:03:01","slug":"hearth-and-home-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2011\/12\/01\/hearth-and-home-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Hearth and Home"},"content":{"rendered":"

Power Place<\/strong>
\nMy thoughts had been drawn to a question asked previously and without warning off my mind pinged to a few lines of a book by Phyllis Curott, one I had read awhile ago.. The chapter was on finding your own power place. Reading this chapter I felt enthralled by such a place and also slightly envious, for while I had visited places where I felt close to what felt like the very core of the Goddess I had never found that one place, where I just knew the energy in the area and I connected, a place of power –
\nmy power place perhaps.
\nIt never ceases to amaze me how when I least expect it, I am prompted to recall things tucked away in my sub conscious and this was one of those time. Reminded I was about a place of power. One so strong I could barely stand under the force, how I had ever forgotten this I do not know, and I remember thinking as I left how I wish it was a place I could go to often.
\nTucked away in the Dandenong Ranges is a reserve, not just any reserve but a very special place, this reserve is now “owned” by the people and run by a trust, without it the place would be lost..<\/p>\n

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{Earth Mother}
\nWilliam Rickett (1898\u20131993)\u00a0back in the early 30’s bought 4 acres of land and moved on to it. What he did was pretty amazing – he bought to ‘life’ the spirit of the land, of the indigenous people, a very spiritual people that had dwelt here long before the first settlers arrived by convict ships from England.
\nA gifted sculpture he began to carve into the rock all around this 4 acres of land. Huge carvings of the Earth Mother, The Father, the elders whose Spirit is one with the trees.<\/p>\n

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{Earth Father}<\/p>\n

I walked through this amazing place hand in hand with my husband, pointing to pieces, taking a few photos, totally fascinated by the work that had been this mans life and dream till the day he died.. Then something stopped me, and drew me to it like a magnet.
\nI let go of my mans hand and walked off the track maybe 10 metres into the bush and stopped dead in my tracks.. My eyes turned skywards and still I could not see all of it, I put my hand out to touch it before my hand reached it, I was literally buzzing and I could barely stand. The hair on my arms was standing up, my heart so totally full of joy, I thought it was going to explode right out of my chest; total euphoria, I had a grin from ear to ear that I could not control. I wanted to call to my man come feel this, but it didn’t feel right to so, I knew this was my personal journey.
\nThis huge, ancient tree had called me to it’s side.. To this day I do not know how nor do I know why, however as I sit and reflect I am as blessed by the memory of it’s impact on me as much as I was by physically being in its presence..
\nTo have stayed curled up on the cool forest floor, pressed against this huge ancient trunk would have been no hardship to me. I heard her whisperings in the wind, words and songs that my mind did not know but my spirit knew and sang in perfect tune with, tentatively I wrapped my arms around this mighty Divine entirety and pressed my face against her cool bark and I felt total unconditional love.\u00a0All these years later and I still have an affinity with these trees.<\/p>\n

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I feel very drawn to return to this place, I have no doubt I will find this majestic being again and I will leave an offering this time at her base and I will thank the Goddess for the privilege, of being able to share in something so amazing.
\nI have put in a few photos, the top photo is Earthly Mother, the caption at her base reads “Wholeness of Life – Love all embracing”
\nThe second photo is Earth Father and the last is \u2026 I was going to say my tree, but that would be placing a label on something very special, I think you know what the photo represents – Blessed Be<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Power Place My thoughts had been drawn to a question asked previously and without warning off my mind pinged to a few lines of a book by Phyllis Curott, one I had read awhile ago.. The chapter was on finding your own power place. Reading this chapter I felt enthralled by such a place and also slightly envious, for while I had visited places where I felt close to what felt like the very core of the Goddess I had never found that one place, where I just knew the energy in the area and I connected, a place of power – my power place perhaps. It never ceases to amaze me how when I least expect it, I am prompted to recall things tucked away in my sub conscious and this was one of those time. Reminded I was about a place of power. One so strong I could barely stand under the force, how I had ever forgotten this I do not know, and I remember thinking as I left how I wish it was a place I could go to often. Tucked away in the Dandenong Ranges is a reserve, not just any reserve but a very special place, this reserve is now “owned” by the people and run by a trust, without it the place would be lost.. {Earth Mother} William Rickett (1898\u20131993)\u00a0back in the early 30’s bought 4 acres of land and moved on to it. What he did was pretty amazing – he bought to ‘life’ the spirit of the land, of the indigenous people, a very spiritual people that had dwelt here long before the first settlers arrived by convict ships from England. A gifted sculpture he began to carve into the rock all around this 4 acres of land. Huge carvings of the Earth Mother, The Father, the elders whose Spirit is one with the trees. {Earth Father} I walked through this amazing place hand in hand with my husband, pointing to pieces, taking a few photos, totally fascinated by the work that had been this mans life and dream till the day he died.. Then something stopped me, and drew me to it like a magnet. I let go of my mans hand and walked off the track maybe 10 metres into the bush and stopped dead in my tracks.. My eyes turned skywards and still I could not see all of it, I put my hand out to touch it before my hand reached it, I was literally buzzing and I could barely stand. The hair on my arms was standing up, my heart so totally full of joy, I thought it was going to explode right out of my chest; total euphoria, I had a grin from ear to ear that I could not control. I wanted to call to my man come feel this, but it didn’t feel right to so, I knew this was my personal journey. This huge, ancient tree had called me to it’s side.. To this day I do not know how nor do I know why, however as I sit and reflect I am as blessed by the memory of it’s impact on me as much as I was by physically being in its presence.. To have stayed curled up on the cool forest floor, pressed against this huge ancient trunk would have been no hardship to me. I heard her whisperings in the wind, words and songs that my mind did not know but my spirit knew and sang in perfect tune with, tentatively I wrapped my arms around this mighty Divine entirety and pressed my face against her cool bark and I felt total unconditional love.\u00a0All these years later and I still have an affinity with these trees. I feel very drawn to return to this place, I have no doubt I will find this majestic being again and I will leave an offering this time at her base and I will thank the Goddess for the privilege, of being able to share in something so amazing. I have put in a few photos, the top photo is Earthly Mother, the caption at her base reads “Wholeness of Life – Love all embracing” The second photo is Earth Father and the last is \u2026 I was going to say my tree, but that would be placing a label on something very special, I think you know what the photo represents – Blessed Be<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":157,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":1,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6173","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/157"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6173"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6173\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6012,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6173\/revisions\/6012"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}