Have you ever marvelled at the awesome way a human being interacts with sacred geometry? Have you been inspired by Megalithic cultures, Knights Templar or Freemasonic Architecture? Have you ever noticed how the strings of a guitar are similar to a human spinal cord?

If yes, the maybe you are Site Crew!

The awaited Awen flows, the sacred geometry emerges. Each days work is filled with creativity, spontaneity and intent. Every peice of twine tied as a spell for community and celebration, every structure erected in honour of the earth and sky.

Doorways and fire pits are opened and spirits make their presence known. The envoys of the Universal Bond of Druids traverse time and place as the Beautiful Fey play music and dance... then as the northern lights bless the circle, as the White Horse affirms the magick with a horseshoe unearthed from the central fire pit, as a child gifts you the formidable Tau(T) symbol and Augurs habitually play cloud games of lesson and lore, the circle is squared, the temple built without is also built within. The crew grow and learn, laugh and cry, meditate and mumble through familiarity to frienship, from sweat to sweet music and through common ground to community and competence

. This temple in which Druids unite and celebrate is alive, the stage is set, many arrive, add flavours and ingredients to the feast, bringing skills and stories and song. Much magick and music is made. The Season suffuses into every cell of similarity and difference, serenading your journey. The earth washes your feet. The mystery of the camp unfolds into days of Gorsedd, games and genius loci. The climax culminates in continual cognizance...

The work is done. The magick ripples and honeymoons throughout the univrese as post ritual people make restful music and meals.

The closing is prepared, the circle is uncast, thanks is given, Druids begin to leave through the door with which they entered.

Crew begin to undo, much help at hand. The altars are taken down, the knots untied. The pits are closed, builders unbuild and deconstruct. Pack away. Ritual ash bathing amidst gentle rain. Fresh newness of fertile future.

• Do you feel the call?
• Do you sense you might be on your way into a new field?
• Dying to dance with your destiny?
• Born to dig?
• Willing to weave and welcome?
• Maybe you are Site Crew!

Love and liberty,
Chris Park