The Mists of Avalon

I didn’t know what else to name this entry – it had to be “Mists of Avalon” because that is exactly what I would like to share with you all today.  This is not an article about the book with the same name in which a fictional account of the King Arthur story from the perspective of the women in it is recounted – that book has inspired generations of people to seek out the Goddess in the way it is described in the book, fictional or not!

Rather this short (mini) article is about introducing the actual mists which form part of the sacred landscape of Glastonbury in Somerset, England – where I am blessed to live on a hill with spectacular views of both the town and the Somerset Levels, affording perfect views of this mythical landscape.

I share with you this short video clip of the Mists enveloping Glastonbury taken from my office window this week:

This is one description offered of the mist by the occult author Dion Fortune, who lives and worked in Glastonbury:

“Local folk call this shallow mist that lies upon the levels the Lake of Wonder.  Through it comes slowly the black barge, rowed by the dumb man, bearing the three weeping queens who bring Arthur, wounded unto death at Lyonesse, that he may heal him of his grievous wound in our green coombes among the apple-trees. Into the Lake of Wonder Sir Bedivere flings the magic sword Excalibur, graven with strange runes in an unknown tongue. And the white arm of the Lady of the Lake, rising from the rushes, seizes it and draws it under. To this day its jewels, gemming the rusting blade, lie among the marshes, waiting to be found.

All these, and many more, come back to Avalon when the Lake of Wonder rises from its faery springs under the Hunter’s Moon.”

~ Glastonbury: Avalon of the Heart, Dion Fortune