Last night, I had occasion to share my postcard collection with a room of some twenty people.
“Find me a picture that speaks to you of God,” I asked them.
At the top of the first cluster of cards I picked through was this:
Although this wasn’t the card I chose for myself in the end, it struck me how the sacred stone circles of Britain have played a part in my own journey towards Divine Mysteries. I flipped it over …
The back side of the card brought a flood of memories from my 18-year-old self, who sits like a lodestone in my consciousness and frequently pulls at my internal compass needle.
I include a scan of the original to show how my messengers clearly passed the card around, each adding their own lines in the true spirit of the bards of old. They would have been excellent company: one of my English teachers (the biggest single influence on my education), his two sons (companions on many woodland adventures) and another pal from school (an occasional co-conspirator in mischief).
Ahhh … the summer of ’95.
These lines ... 
Dude, this is cool beyond words. Now I’m envious!
Thanks Rob! They were good times. My teenage years were golden.
Most of us could say the same!
Love this. And that image of Avebury is stunning. The one time I visited, it was midday/early afternoon. To see it like that…well, that would have been something altogether different.
Thanks, Xe. A couple of years prior to this I did have the pleasure of seeing Avebury in the morning mist, early one spring before setting off to walk the Ridgeway.
Ah, happy days. A Motley Crue of us on horseback and bike. I still remember the trip, and it’s great to see this card we sent so long ago!
Brilliant! You had Spartacus and Stromboli with you as well? Happy days, indeed!