I’M SITTING OUTSIDE AT THE MOCHA BERRY CAFE, talking to Vickie Steward, author of one of the most eclectic blogs out there, about one of the most eclectic towns in Britain, Glastonbury. Normal For Glastonbury is the blog, and Vickie has the enviable job of documenting the goings on in this peculiar little place. A […]
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Climbing Glastonbury Tor in search of the divine
“Avalon will always be there for all men to find if they can seek the way thither, throughout all the ages past the ages. If they cannot find the way to Avalon, it is a sign, perhaps, that they are not ready.” ― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon + + + I came […]
Hanging out amongst the spirits at Glastonbury’s George and Pilgrim Hotel
It easier than you’d think to have a nap on High Street in Glastonbury. Young, dreadlocked people do it quite a lot. Older dreadlocked or pony tailed people do it as well. I wanted a bed. The best place to find a place to stay in Glastonbury is the Tribunal on High Street. Actually the accommodation […]
A Visit to Gog and Magog in the Glastonbury Zodiac, and A Spell For The Protection From Anger
I took off from the George and Pilgrim Hotel about ten in the morning. I was really kind of excited to be getting out of there. It’s moody and dark, which I love. But I needed the light. I had light for the first block I walked up High Street. It’s not that steep of […]
Searching for the sacred at Glastonbury’s Chalice Well, the pilgrim and the grail quest meet in a place of legend
Bubbling up from the base of Glastonbury Tor are two springs which arguably give Glastonbury much of its renown. The sacred, the myths and legends of what is often called England’s most holy ground has its epicenter in the flowing waters found here. It’s long been my belief that the truth of a place can’t be found […]
A Baptism at the White Spring of Glastonbury
IT HAD ALREADY BEEN A LONG DAY. A long walk through the Glastonbury countryside had taken me to the ancient oaks known as Gog and Magog. I was in Glastonbury nursing a broken heart, and the walk brought about a release of the anger at least. But my time in the Chalice Well Gardens had brought the loss […]
Deconstructing Glastonbury and the Author Finds Himself In A Pagan Ritual on The Tor
I WALKED THE FEW STEPS back to my room at Berachah Guest House from the White Spring. Glastonbury had worn me down, though after god knows how many days holed up in the George and Pilgrim Hotel, it was nice being out of the center of the village. Glastonbury isn’t large by any account. The center feels like […]
