(Photo Essay 5) We Remember by Kaalii Cargill

There are places in the world that recognize you and can call you by name, even if you’ve never been there. Our ancestors live in the land, and are the land. Their voices speak to us when we remember and we ask to hear. Robyn Philippa, “Animism of the British Isles”, sacredearthgrove.com

In my pilgrimages to visit with the Grandmothers at ancient Goddess sites, there have been moments when the extraordinary is present in the ordinary, a reminder that it is not just the sites themselves but also the land I’m standing on, the air I’m breathing, the sounds I’m hearing, the sights that stay with me. Here are some of those moments in my journeys to sacred places, moments that call me to remember . .

Water is especially timeless:

The river is flowing

Flowing and growing

The river is flowing

Down to the sea

Mother carry me

Your child I will always be

Mother carry me

Down to the sea

Lyrics by Lindie Lila, also performed by Abbi Spinner McBride, Return of the Goddess: Sacred Chants for Women.

The Blautopf (German for “blue pot”), a small lake fed by an underground spring in the Swabian Jura, Germany, about 7 kilometres from the Hohle Fels cave.
Hand-shaped rock pools near Kardzhali, Eastern Rhodope mountains, Bulgaria. From the Neolithic until the Middle Ages the area was inhabited by people who carved altars, cisterns, and pools in the rock.
Bafa Lake from Mount Latmos, Anatolia. Since Neolithic times, Mount Latmos has been a sacred place – there are cave paintings dated from around 6000 BCE, sanctuaries to storm gods, and early Christian monasteries. The early Greeks believed the moon goddess descended to this site to meet her lover.
Sacred spring at Temple of Hecate, Lagina, Anatolia, flowing here or more than 2000 years.
Euphrates, river of dreams, Anatolia.

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