Tales of the Wellspring 4 ~ life, spirit and the land
It’s been a considerable time since I wrote one of these posts; my interest in wellsprings has not waned but I have not felt led to write about them for a while. I’ve been a part of a couple of groups on Facebook which post photographs and articles on holy wells, springs and related phenomena, and it’s shown me how widespread and current a belief in the healing powers of wellsprings still is. In the UK and across the world, springs are revered and protected and visited by pilgrims seeking healing.
Such places usually have a powerful and numinous atmosphere, whether they are in towns or cities, or out in the wilds, or in corners of ancient sites of worship. Some are mere trickles that feed streams, sometimes drying up for months on end like the Swallowhead Spring that feeds the Kennet river near Avebury. Some have been channelled into stone troughs or even large pools (like Bath and St Winifred’s Well). Some are surrounded by fabulous gardens like the Chalice Well in Glastonbury. And some are hidden away, known to very few, like the one in Strangers and Pilgrims, only to be found by those who truly need their healing waters.
Human beings are composed largely of water. A recent humorous meme suggested that as we are 70% water (or thereabouts), humans are basically cucumbers with anxiety. Mild dehydration accounts for quite a number of health issues, from headaches to tiredness and foggy thinking, and without water there can be no life. Is it any wonder then that we have become entranced by the magic of water, especially water that bubbles up from the ground or comes out of rocks? We who are used to turning on a tap can take for granted the water we drink, yet in these days where our water supplies in many places are threatened by fracking, is it time to value water more?
In my recent visit to Austria, a friend took me to visit the immense 76m high waterfall at Golling
which was breathtaking and beautiful, and a little later, to St Bartholomew’s Well, a mile of so away, in the fringes of the forests where Franz Ferdinand once hunted and killed the White Chamois (more of that in another post). The little chapel was locked but the spring was accessible. It sang as the water bubbled out of the rocks and spilled over and streamed down the hill. I cupped my hands and drank of the water and it was pure and sweet and very cold. The local people still come and collect the water and it is said to have healing powers. For me, the chance to reconnect with nature and with the spirits of the land was healing in itself and a reminder that wellsprings are not only part of my own land’s traditions, but of the world’s. And in these dark days of separation and selfishness, where my country is about to go to referendum and vote to stay within the EU or to leave it, it’s a timely reminder that none of us should live for ourselves alone but always remember the greater world beyond our doors and shores.
Without water, we all die, no matter how rich we are. Without spirit, there is no real life anyway. Wellsprings unite life and spirit through the medium of water and the marvel of water from the living rock is a thing that inspires us and heals our battered psyches.
Interesting read, Vivienne. ‘Cucumbers with anxiety’, made me smile. 🙂
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Made me grin too.
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Reblogged this on meatdoesntgrowinmygarden and commented:
Just beautiful words
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Thank you!
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‘Earth’s fluid flowing arteries would persuade/ The solo hunter gatherer to crouch and bide awhile…Man’s mastery of water or its mastery of him?
The cucumber?
Lovely pictures;great post.
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Don’t diss cucumbers!
(and thanks for the praise)
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Thanks for sharing these wonderful places. My parents often took me to the source of the river ISAR in the Karwendel region (Isar-Ursprung.) A precious gift to give to a child. Pure flowing water, sweet to drink, and bitingly cold, which was wonderfully refreshing during hot summers. It’s no accident that my first novel starts at the source of a river.
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I am looking forward to reading it, my dear.
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Strikingly beautiful, Vivienne. I loved visiting these places with you. I immediately wanted to show you my favorite water sites where I live in the Finger Lakes of NY. Waterfalls, gorges with water shooting out of stone, streams, rivers, and lakes all moving toward the ocean. We are lucky women to know such water.
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We are, aren’t we?
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Water and Spirit. Truly yes. Love your site, Vivienne, that I found via Roland Yeomans new wordpress blog, that he says he doesn’t like….You have a beautiful site, and I’ve signed up to follow you. Beautiful photographs here. I love the waterfall. Such power in water, and thus the connection to spirit.
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Very nice to meet you Ann!
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