Two caves. The first one built like a stone circle, made for community and song, asked me for a tune and my voice bounced merrily back and forth as she accompanied me with her water song. Droplets like a blessing to my head. I called her Little Sister. The second, deep and dark... here I felt the primordial mother. Big Mother. Sheela na Gig. The home of St. Dwynwen's bow, which could tell you how long it would be until you wed, by how well you threw your stone over it. Remnants of an old fertility rite I am sure, like asking St Anne for a husband... in the stories you must always ask a grandmother. Devotional objects carved from stone. Mother in matter.
It all leads back to Her if you take time to listen.
