In this box of an industry, we talk a lot about following the breadcrumbs and yet, what does that mean in real life? And how does that work for the collective? I’m going to tell you how, and give you the most recent example.
I have always been a water girly. It's not something I picked up with the '90s dolphin craze and grew out of. It's not something I even picked up later in life as a hobby for my mental health. And it's not, for me, a trend that I’ll ever outgrow and move on from. Expect to see me on a beach somewhere in Cornwall in my 90s - salt in my hair and a mischievous twinkle in my eye. Water is a part of me, and quite possibly my elemental lineage. If I look back, I remember having my most profound connections in or near water - from six years old under the branches of the willow tree on the school field, to the mermaid I spoke to in the rockpools on holiday as a child.
My connection to water is an everyday part of who I am. Which means I will do as water and its folk request of me, in one way or another. I’ll travel to a cave at the crack of dawn to converse with a dragon. I’ll sing to multiple wells in reconnection with the songlines. On the way to Glastonbury, I dragged Yolandi (not that she ever needs much persuading) to a chapter house in a rather appropriately named town to sing back the merfolk and the sovereignty of water over any god. I didn’t know the full why, but I had seen the story in my dreams from this place and knew it was asking me to correct the misuse of the waters below. So she trusted me without question and videos a clip because that's what heart sisters do.
Then we left as quickly as we arrived to the sound of a visiting choir attempting to override my selkie song with one of their own. Greggs in one hand and an iced coffee in the other- we continued on route to Glastonbury.
For me, I often work quietly from my little cave, as you know - not always quite understanding why I’m doing what I’m doing, but I continue to sit at my loom and weave the pattern shown to me by the fates. Yet our annual gathering at Glastonbury always brings me back to the bigger picture. And this year, it was, of course - and as per usual with me around - water-related.
As Yolandi and I properly unpacked and prepared our workshop materials, Yoli reminded me that she had brought water from the Cenotes in Mexico (with permission from the land guardians there, of course). She shared how people had taken water to Mexico from Australia and were reweaving the waterways in connection to the Mayans.
Which made total sense to me, as I had been singing to wells and caves since I moved to Cornwall several years ago. All I knew was that the water networks were being reactivated, and the gateways of the well maidens were being switched back on - one well at a time. Every time I found myself at a well, I would sing, and the well would not only remember but respond. And yet, I hadn’t woven together the concept of this being global.
Fast forward to Saturday morning, and the gorgeous Cécile La Morte walks into the workshop and quietly shares that she had brought some water from the Nile with her - not fully sure what she was meant to be doing with it besides bringing it here to us. This is one of those moments when you feel that weight of knowing in your body - that everything you and many others have been quietly and often unknowingly - weaving comes together. This was why she had come. Because we had a loose plan (all ceremonies are best this way, I find). Sunday, we would take the water back to the well in devotion for the watery worlds that hold, nourish, and guide us.
What unfolded the following day was a powerful reactivation of the waters from the heart of the planet, back to the depths of the oceans. I am forever grateful to our attendees, who were not all fully aware of the happenings, and yet literally circled and held us as we rewove the forgotten. (My mermaid thanks to you all.) I was hoping to include a photo but I didn’t take a single photo of the well as her crystal clear self that morning -my apologies.
Which leads me to here and today - if each of us trusted ourselves, trusted our voices enough to share the gentle nudges we’ve been noticing (and that’s not always going to be water-related or mean leaving the country, I might add), it might look like small moves, gentle changes - calling a friend, or rereading a book you bought ten years ago. They all create something quite potent for humanity. We may not always see it unfold fully, but this much I do know.
The following week, Yolandi and I received a message to say that a friend of one of our attendees was visiting the UK and was called to bring some water to the wells here from Lebanon, with no idea of what we had been working on the weekend before, or why he was sharing this information with her. Not only that, but she also told us there was a water ceremony in Ireland at the same time we were gathering in the Chalice Well before opening hours.
West – East – South - West - poured into the Well in the Heart Chakra of Gaia. Which makes the well maiden in the Chalice Well so very happy.
We may never have the bigger picture, or know the reason why - but when we trust ourselves, when we follow that golden thread from our hearts out into the world, we weave a fabric of something ancient, and yet something powerfully new for our future.
And it is beautiful.
Oceans of Love Charlie x
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