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Butterfly Wings – Snippets From The Journey

Pheasant Road Alyson's Orchard New Hampshire

This is the view behind Rochambeau Lodge, where we were staying. Alyson's Orchard, and the wonderful Bob, use a system called Integrated Crop Management - and walking around the orchard my sense was of a vibrant eco-system buzzing with life (as opposed to a clinical pesticide haven that might produce a tasteless tesco apple and all that entails). The first peach that I ate was like biting into a succulent dream

Walking down the track in the photo was a favourite activity because several species of butterfly were visible and did not seem to mind my presence at all - it was wonderful just standing there in the sunshine with all these wings fluttering around me and the smell of apples and peaches growing nearby... no traffic, no sounds save the chorus of critters...

Throughout the week the women made lots of noise - talking, chattering, laughing, singing and it was wonderful as always to share a week together. Some of us almost got locked into a chocolate shop in Walpole - can you imagine the horror of having to spend the night in one? Someone had brought a psychic board thingy which we played around with. I'm not familiar with this type of communication and a lot of it seemed garbled, but the first experiments prompted us to journey later that evening...

I didn't have to travel far before the Moon Bull found me - he was stamping his foot, flaring his nostrils and very impatient. He is strong and solid and white and as I walked up to him he raised his head and looked deep into me. Whenever I meet him, there is always a little uncertainty about what he will do - he is one of my more volatile companions!

We walked together for a bit along a track that had white stones on one side of the path. These marker stones were white in the daylight, but during the journey it was dark in places and they glowed like a row of moons. I asked the Moon Bull if he was the bull from the Psychic Board and he snorted "No".

He stopped walking and indicated I should climb on his back and once I was up there he began to run, fast. We travelled through trees and across terrain with wind blowing in my face. Sometimes I was riding the bull and sometimes I slipped into the bull and saw the journey through his eyes.

We came into a glen and there was a field of long grass. There were butterflies everywhere, thousands of them, and they were all different colours - some were species that we know and some were coloured by the Otherworld. I asked the Bull if this was my lucky charm and he told me I already knew the answer. Then I heard Tsalagi laughing and the butterflies moved with the sound of her laughter - as if the butterflies were her laughter. It was a deeply healing moment.

Then the Bull stamped his foot and turned around and brought me back to this plane.....

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Tags: memories, new hampshire, travel, tsalagi

Posted on August 18, 2007 in Journeying, Travels, Wordy.

2 Responses to “Butterfly Wings – Snippets From The Journey”

tammy vitale says:

August 22, 2007 at 10:09 pm

wow – the moon bull piece is great! Very mystical…journal? dream? visualizaton?
and oh a good peach…Iwould absolutely love to have just one really good peach this year. Lucky you!
seventh sister says:

September 20, 2007 at 9:47 pm

are you still on the blogosphere?