The heart is where legend and truth meet.

I am sitting in a tiny room at the top of the house. I have a skylight which opens to allow air and light in.

Right now little golden particles are being lit up by the setting sun. Glastonbury is a place of magic, mysticism, legend and above all fun. Today I spoke to a fellow in a Tarot shop who wears a copper wire over his head ending in a beautiful spiral at his third eye. A woman who wears the most beautiful elf ears. I love Glastonbury. Have I mentioned that before, I Love this place.  Magical, mystical, alchemical .....

Have you ever wanted a legend to be true? Well in Glastonbury the one legend I want to be true has much evidence of it's possibility. The legend - Joseph of Arimatheia a rich man, and relative of Jesus  who after the Crucifixion claimed the body of Jesus from Pilate. He came to Britain with other disciples and founded the first British church at Glastonbury, where he planted his staff. This miraculously flowered into a tree, The Glastonbury Thorn, whose offshoots may still be seen today, flowering every Christmas. (A sprig or cutting is sent to Buckingham Palace every year from this tree, which analysis has shown is a Palestinian variety.) Joseph also brought and kept there certain sacred relics, perhaps the Chalice Cup or Grail. He knew Britain from his trips as a tin merchant, and in fact, on one of his trips he brought his nephew, the boy Jesus.

Joseph, and some say the Mary, are said to be buried there, along with the Grail featured in legends of Arthur – whose official tomb is still to be seen there.

So in one little place we have: the Grail, a holy thorn Tree, the burial place of Arthur and Guinevere, the uncle of an amazing being who walked the earth.

As I walk around this village it opens my heart and mind, what if this is really true- what if. That is part of the excitement and maybe it helps me feel closer to the magic of stories and legend. 

I love the energy and the friendliness of Glastonbury. Today I talked to a elder in the church who loves her village. She asked me if I had been to the Abbey, (pictures coming tomorrow) when I said yes it was wonderful she replied "Yes, we love it." Each person who I have spoken to loves living here, because I am so excited I have been asking.

It really is fun being in a place filled with legends, faeries, dragons, ruined Abbeys, holy thorn trees and a tiny chapel that began in 1264 as the St. Mary Magdalene Hospital and was converted in 1444 to a chapel. I sat and did my spiritual practice in two churches today St. John the Baptist (where the stained glass window is from) and the little chapel. Both fed my soul and helped me love Glastonbury even more. Below you will fiind a lovely window from St. Mary's

Blessings to you all. I know I am feeling blessed and having fun. Tomorrow I am off to lay on the grass in the Glastonbury Abbey to feel the St. Michael and Mary ley lines. How fun is that!