The Story of the Spirit of the Sanctuary

I was born from a rose bush
planted by Creiddylad – black, white and red.
My black sister is dead and my white sister is gone.

I wanted to be kind but I could not escape my thorns.

I fled from this world and wrapped myself
around the fortress of Annwn’s King.

I would not let Creiddylad in.

I wanted to be kind but I was cruel.

“It will always be winter here.
He will always wear my crown.
He will never return to gather the dead.
We will sleep together amongst His treasures for ever.”

“I planted you, I nurtured you,” Creiddylad wept, 
her tears pouring down around my roots.
“Each one of your petals I made 
from a tiny piece of my heart.”

“Then why am I so cruel?”

“Because there is cruelty
hidden deep within my heart –
that is why I practice kindness every day.”

“Then I can be kind too?”

“Yes.”

“Then what must I do?”

“Leave Annwn, leave my King,
return to the world to be a sanctuary
for another, who like you, has been cruel,
but longs to learn to love, to be kind, to heal.”

So I unwrapped my trestles and I threw down my thorns
and prostrated myself at Creiddylad’s feet
in my first act of kindness promising
there will be many more.

Sanctuary Shamanic Circle

ONLINE

Second Tuesday of the month 1 – 2pm
Third Wednesday of the month 10 – 11am

Entry FREE (donations optional)

~Learn about shamanism in a safe inclusive space.
~Explore the spirit worlds and build relationships with spirit guides.
~Journey for yourself and others for guidance and healing.
~Work with the fae and British Gods and Goddesses.
~Become part of a like-minded community.
~Experience spiritual growth and personal transformation.

For further details contact: sisterpatience22@gmail.com

To the Spirit of the Sanctuary

A place of quiet beyond the row,
the heartbeat of Annwn
is Your only sound,
the occasional song rising
like heartbreak from the Deep.

To keep me safe Your invisible roses twine around.

Your forget-me-nots remind me
of the King of Annwn in the summer.

Into You I am gathered by the Gatherer of Souls.
In You, with my Beloved, I am at home.

In You I can heal and I can heal others too.
Into You I gather the lost pieces of our souls.

In You I am complete in every single moment.
In You I can breathe every single breath.
In You my heartbeat is at one
with the heartbeat of Annwn – the heart of my Lord.

So hold me here, until I die, my sacred home.

The Sanctuary of Sister Patience

In September during our Monastery of Annwn celebration of Gwyn’s Feast I received a missive in the meditation wherein we joined Gwyn feasting in His hall. One of His hounds approached me with a scroll in his mouth. I unrolled it and read the words ‘The Sanctuary of Sister of Patience’. I was then instructed to step up to Gwyn’s cauldron, dip a pen in it, then sign the scroll in blue and red with ‘the Blood of the Dead and the Waters of the Deep.’ 

Thus I signed a contract to create the Sanctuary of Sister Patience. So here it is. Founded on the Cell of Sister Patience. A stepping stone towards building the Monastery of Annwn. 

Right now it is the sacred spaces I keep for my Gods at home and here online. It also the sanctuary I carry within me when I facilitate meditations and rituals for the monastery and one-to-one and group shamanic sessions.

Long term I would like to find a physical place to set up a sanctuary where people can come to pray, meditate and journey with a healing room for shamanic healings.

As a final note I would like to acknowledge the inspiration of Danica Swanson at the Black Stone Sanctuary who opened the sacred doorway to polytheistic monasticism to me.