Avalon, The Natural Get-Away... in Paw Paw, West Virginia!
Legend has it that, shortly after the Crucifixion of Jesus, Joseph of Arimathaea built the first Christian church where the abby ruins now stand. King Arthur was buried here, and Glastonbury has been home to Saint Patrick, Dunston, David and Bridget.
spielverderber! (spoilsport)... you're not much of a chevalier, eh?
It has nothing to do with that.... Aber ich mag nicht wenn mir jemand am Rockzipfel hängt.... Kannste ja übersetzten, ich wußte nicht wie ich es ausdrücken sollte.
I am most likely way off base with my thinking, but it comforts me. I have always believed that the mind is the builder, and Avalon, or the concept of Avalon, is the place we all go after death. In that place, we can "build" any "lifestyle" we like as we study our past mistakes and triumphes in order to progress in a new life. In this concept, King Arthur COULD have come back to help England in her time of need. (As Churchill, although he is not my minds picture of King Arthur, lol. There were many other men he could have come back as.)
As I say, these thoughts comfort me. I hate the thought that we go through our lives, learning, teaching and advancing if it is all for nothing.
Someday I'd really, truly love to visit Glastonbury to see the Tor, the Chalice Well, the Orchards, the Abbey ruins, and Joseph's Church. I'd very much like to believe that Avalon still waits there, and is accessible to anyone who has that remarkable gift to find it. It holds such Promise, in so many depths, that I am unable to put it all into words.
On the lighter side of this discussion- if we could choose our own place that reflects the peace offered by Avalon, then this would be one of my places to experience it...
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Avalon does exist. It is 26 miles off the California coast. Avalon is the name of the harbor city on Santa Catalina Island. I believe it is part of the "Channel Islands" I have been away from California long enough now that the useless facts are getting blurry. there are no monkeys there.
Avalon is on Brock Island, (named after the stone figure we left on the shore), in the middle of Archibalds lake. It's my island! (first time I got to say that to a group who would apreciate the joke)
It really is mine though, in all but the legal sense. About fifteen minutes drive out an unused logging road on my parents land, there is another fifteen minute trek down a path through the forest, you'll find the lake. I was the first to go to that island, in my fathers canoe, and the first to camp there. The moss is green, and about eight inches thick, and the trees are very, very old there. Obviously it's never been logged. Critters everywhere, but nothing bigger than a fox. There is an animal path I found, (but didn't chop anything down. Just cleaned it up), and it leads to a small thicket where there are spaces in a circle big enough for three to ten men tents. Had a long weekend party there with about 12 friends. One of those instances where you find the hippie within. Lots of skinny dipping.
It is a very special place, to me in particular.
Oh, just to add something. I proposed to Angela in that very canoe, in the middle of that lake, on our way to spend the night on that island. I bought my acoustic that day, as a beard for buying the ring, and that was the first time I played and sang anything for her.
No one's been there since. (Not even me. I didn't get there on our vacation last year.)
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