Crossed the border into East Lothian territory the land is notably different from Northumbria. My walking journey really begins today from Coldringham Priory with the challenge of sheets of rain, high winds & temperature at minus 2. A freezing wet road walk, cars, lorries & trucks whizzing past without a care for a walker sheltering a tiny puppy from what feels like death.
The departure from Matt felt more like a tear at my heart. Emotions run high & test you here. Walking back to the car alone on a strange road with no map is a challenge today. I feel fragile & thats no way to be feeling out in the Northumbrian hills alone. It wasn't so bad, but when Shaman wouldn't walk on without him & kept crying & trying to follow hi. A deep pluck at my heart chord. We have to walk away & find our way back to the car alone. We arrive back in the Priory Carpark soaked, cold but not dead. That's feels like an achievement.
The amount of Churches on our journeys that are closed frustrates me beyond reason. Are not these institutions supposed to be the places that welcome the stranger & offer refuge? A thing of the past me thinks or perhaps they never did. When I worked at St Paul's Cathedral as a mason I took pleasure from the story of it being used a s a market place, where all life was in the place of worship. Cattle, market holders even prostitutes could be acquired in the hubbub of activity. More about land & possession than Jesus's teachings of love & healing. Far too mortal for me today. Imagine a public toilet at an ancient monastery carpark locked !!!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
What am I doing here ? Why am I putting myself through this discomfort & challenge ? Why have I left my home, friends & family with no clue where my journey will take me ? Why is a fucking public toilet locked ? How am I going to be able to keep this puppy dry, warm & safe out here on the road?
Black Elk " All will be well "
10.4.2016 Note - Just discovered this text by Scotland uncovered on Coldringham Priory,
"The starting point for the story of Coldingham Priory is in 635, when a monastery open to both monks and nuns was established two miles to the north near St Abbsby a Northumbrian Princess called Aebbe. She was later made a saint, St Aebbe. In 683 fire largely destroyed the monastery. At the time some held this to be divine retribution for what was, perhaps euphemistically, called "disorderly behaviour" among the monks and nuns there. Whatever the truth of this, by one account the monastery was soon rebuilt, though only for nuns. This account goes on to tell how Vikings completely destroyed the monastery in 870." Ha I'm in the perfect place, this only reiterates again my devine feminine work.
The possibility of a SUN stone in the grounds.