Castlerigg Stone Circle on Halloween Night

After picking R. up from the train station, B. and I decided to call by at the stone circle to see if there was any activity there, as it was Samhain night, and the waning moon was still quite bright. When we arrived, it was as still as the grave, and walking up into the circle, with the moon shining silver on the cold stones, was an incredibly humbling experience. For a time, we stood and soaked in the atmosphere - I felt like the stones were charging themselves, or the Land, in tune with the season, or the Moon, or all of that! It actually seemed like we were the ghosts - the circle was the real, vibrant, everlasting event, and we were just guests, visitors passing through a brief spell of time. At times this sensation grew oppressive, perhaps scary, and at moments it felt like the energy of the Earth was passing right through me, re-aligning me to some deeper mystery, a more ancient track.

I really don't understand why everyone troops up for a party at the stone circle for the Summer Solstice, when the stones seem quiet and inactive, and then misses this awesome time when the veil is indeed for a while drawn back, revealing our shallowness in the hidden depths under the earth.