according to the space or place afforded. we will create a ritual small or large. wherever the field, house or room feels right to do it. we would take our baskets, and hot tea, organic herbs we have grown, felted coats and boots. our pots, acoustic instruments and voices. visit first, yes, let the site in, listen, and sing. as we sound and move around the edges, to find the good places and the liminal spaces. we may lay flowers, hold stones, sing drones and rhythmic loops. harmonic working, with the acoustic resonance we find there, to rest, breathe out “o”. to hold us as we hold you, we try to read the marks we find there, am I a witch? she said.
this is how we visited robin hood cave at Cresswell Crags. fear was there as we entered the unknown magic of the cave. we didn’t know where in the total darkness, the witches marks were made, or the white spider sacs were hanging. as the sound of horses hoofs melted away, the light of the outside world was put out and the damp cold cam in underneath our feet. we did not know as we went in deep, crouching low, how our voices might disappear, and we too…
listen and come with us into that cave: