On journeys, at home and abroad, that have had an impact on my life My "recent" travels have been inspirational, to say the least. Since I made the conscious decision to become a full-time Mum and leave the bright lights and polluted streets of the metropolis, life assumed various twists and turns in a Beautiful dance. Some may think it odd that my honeymoon was spent at an old-folks home in a small village outside Glastonbury, but it heralded the start of many transformations and revelations. In these pages I will recount, in no particular order, tales of Sacred Sites, here and overseas, though it is no secret to those that know me that my favourite places are in Egypt. Not all places are well-known or highly publicised. Britain has an ancient heritage where what appears to be little more than a heap of rocks is an Ancient temple site, a churchyard Yew a place of worship for thousands of years, a deserted hill-top reputed to be Camelot. The places I have visited in person I will attempt to share in this online journal.
When we got out of the car at the Sphynx a group of girls started squealing and running towards me. There was much jostling and giggling, as they almost fought each other to touch me, kiss my cheek and offer theirs, in return.
"What did I do?" I asked Mohammed.
"They think it good luck to be kissed by someone blonde, or someone old," he told me. "They very rare poeple here!"
A bit like chimney sweeps then!
Lucky you're blond then ...
21/02/06 @ 20:27