Maybe, too much? Everything found in silence and sound somehow with a howl out to the ones that growl...
Maybe, no not maybe rather too much of everything found in silence and in sound altogether not different rather in allied divisions of the infinite each one a part of THE ONE, every fulfilling all and so generating THE ALL.
At the entrance to Brochs there are small corbelled dens that some see as dog houses with them positioned so that the pack is poised ready to either blockade with their furious sea of swirling strength, or to welcome you through with their frantic show of faith. Dogs are marvellous. We are not always good enough for them.
On Orkney there are places that have been found with animal signatures. Presumed as totem items to bring an identify to the people in kit, kith and clan. There is famously The Tomb of the Eagles and then there is The Tomb of the Hounds, or as many say The Tomb of the Dogs which is neither as find rich nor as recent so less detailed than The Tomb of the Eagles. Then there is your individual discernment, even discrimination. The Hound faithful and helpful is often not seen as high on the animal scale of some perceived divine dignitary of animals where almost in a scoring game people hone their perceptions on the height, length and purpose in flight, upon the ground and within waters. Shamanistic ideals of purpose and best use might be wrapped tighter in smaller, shorter and more acclimatised and best designed ideals. For me The Tomb of the Dogs has always held me in very fond canine fascination.
“The skulls of 24 dogs on the chamber floor.”
Cuween Hill Chambered Cairn - History
I find revelation and regeneration in historic places. They are a fight for me to reach and an utter tremendous moment to be in washed with history, robed in mystery and released from the painful pressing concerns. The journeys, the quests and the healing pathways never end in the ancient places. The people that sited the ancient places had open space to fit their framework into place. The memories of such places are to me fantastic visions. As I type the Moon shines in Cuween and I am howling...
I have been to Cuween before and it has had me in awe since I heard about The Tomb of the Dogs, visited the chambered cairn and revisited The Tomb of the Hounds. I was happy sat in the burial area thinking and not thinking, in and out of the moment with nothing and everything all together with each other and at once, at one and at none. I had been so ill and now the world could stop and carry on and every part was sung in a song of fantastic fates and wondrous wyrd, of cunning craft and of great working, of time given, enjoyed and never forgotten, all of everything spoken held in human token of a pattern of life left open...
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Cuween Hill Chambered Cairn
Cuween Hill
“...one of 24 dog skulls found in a Neolithic passage tomb – the so-called 'tomb of the dogs' – at Cuween Hill in Orkney.”
“This is the only dog skull to have made it into a museum; the others are believed to be lost.”
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