Sometimes I feel lost.

Since as long as I can remember I’ve been searching for answers to life’s mysteries and feeling as if I need to look to the past.  I’m convinced our ancestors weren’t the hairy, ape-like creatures we’ve been lead to believe and they may, quite possibly, have just been a lot more knowledgeable than we are today.  Sure, they didn’t have mobile phones, wi-fi and credit cards (and you KNOW how happy those thing make us) but they had stars and seasons and nature in a way we just can’t comprehend.  Nor, with our destruction of the planet, can we ever have.

Unfortunately I was born here in England.

And I wanted to be born somewhere else.

Foreign shores called me and the ancient civilisations away from these British Isles were exotic puzzle pieces to my eternal quest.

Now I’m beginning to realise the answers may just be here.  Exactly where I’ve always been.

Today we went in search of a sacred well.  Not just any old well because my skill of finding things at random is particularly bad (i.e. non existent) but the sacred well at Binsted in Hampshire.

I’ve been researching sacred wells and they’re a big part of our Pagan heritage.  Unfortunately they’ve been neglected, Christianized and/or boarded over for the sake of development through the ages.  They’re not big tourist business either like Stonehenge and Avebury… which isn’t surprising as not many people where to look.  I didn’t.

With the help of the Megalithic Portal I found our local wells.  The nearest one is in the middle of a housing estate and covered over with what looks like manhole covers.  So we drove further to find this pretty well:

It’s by the side of a country lane, next to a small bridge which goes over the River Wey:

I’ve seen wells before in castles, wishing wells in all manner of places and, of course, the Petrifying Well at Mother Shipton’s Cave.  But this was the first time I’d made a journey to seek out a tucked out of the way, sacred well.  It was my pilgrimage of sorts.  And it was a beautiful experience.  A connection with the Goddess, the spirit of this land,  who hasn’t abandoned me even though I’ve wanted to pack my suitcase and head for sunnier lands most of my life.

I left a gift (not Tabitha as the above photo would indicate!).  I tied a ribbon which I’d taken from my besom and left it on the holly bush next to the well.

Paul brought his camera.  So here I am!