Mitchell’s Fold Stone Circle

Mitchell’s Fold Stone Circle

My fascination with stone circles has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. However, I had never visited one. I have no legitimate excuse as to why, except that I simply never had. Was it a lack of opportunity? A lack of suitable companions? Or a lack of motivation and enthusiasm? Honestly, I can’t answer because I should have always made the opportunity.

I can say though, that I am no longer a stone circle virgin!

A technicolour landscape

It was a couple of weeks ago now, that C and I made the journey from his beautiful little village in South Shropshire to the atmospheric Mitchell’s Fold stone circle near White Grit.

An impromptu visit – we were planning on a walk in the woods – but somehow we ended up making the journey.

We couldn’t have asked for a better day. The landscape was alive with an energy I had never experienced before. The colours were vibrant and the atmosphere palpable.

The shifting energies

Pulling into the gravel carpark, with stunning views of the landscape of the Wales / England borders, I had a feeling in the bottom of my stomach I couldn’t describe – similar to excitement but so much more. C’s energy felt like it matched my own.

Asking him to hush for a minute, I allowed myself a moment to absorb the energies surrounding me.

Sharing a knowing look and a hug we were treated to the breeze whipping around us, and watched in awe as miniature dust devils danced before us. At that moment, we were the only two people in the world.

Something changed – there was a subtle yet somehow monumental shift in the energy, one that needed no explanation. We both felt it and made our way up the short walk to the stones themselves.

Greeting old friends

Encountering Mitchell’s Fold for the first time was a life altering experience. I did feel a little overwhelmed by the sense of familiarity and homecoming. I felt I was greeting long lost friends.

I was grateful that, despite the gorgeous weather, the only other people around were either dog walkers or actual walkers, of whom, few gave the circle much more than a cursory glance. It meant that we were free to enjoy them.

Mitchell’s Fold in my heart

Sitting at the edge of the circle it took little imagination to see the significance of the location, and imagine how the landscape would have looked when the circle was erected, over 3000 years ago.

Mitchells’ Fold Stone circle earned its place in my heart that day. The landscape, the atmosphere, the companion – it all left a lasting impression on me.

The beauty I saw would have been there regardless but the love and serenity I felt was only possible because C was right by my side.

A Journey of Self-Discovery

A Journey of Self-Discovery

The last year has been monumental for me. I have assessed the direction of my life and altered its course. Much of this journey of self-discovery has been guided by what some would call fate.

Fate isn’t something I previously would have given airtime but it’s the best way to describe the events of the last 13 Months.

Thirteen, may be unlucky for some but its a number I have become attached to… after all 1+3=4. The number 4 to me, indicates a period of calm reflection, contemplation, solid foundations. You have discovered the idea, made the choice, and watched it grow.

Anyway, I digress…

The beginning of the cycle

Early April 2018, I lost a very dear friend… not through death but through a divergence of paths.

I had begun to ask for change but the universe didn’t answer how I expected it to. In what I thought was some cruel joke at the time, the person I thought I needed and clung to like a leech was catapulted in a different direction. I was upset, I was angry. I felt confused and lost.

However, as the days wore on I began to experience relief, a weight had been taken off my shoulders. The friendship had become toxic and co-dependent. It was time to take back control and find my own way.

Finding my way to freedom

As the fog of the loss began to lift I could see the way forward… Being ‘mum’ just wasn’t enough for me anymore. Something bigger was waiting.

Just over a month later, I set up my business, The Happy VA. It may not be the best way to start a business – on the spur of the moment – but I felt I had been offered an olive branch…

The idea popped into my head and I ran with it – not quite a streak across a football pitch – but within 12 hours of the initial idea, I had my business website up and running.

If I am honest, I didn’t expect to achieve anything near what I have achieved. The only thing I did know was that I was only guaranteed to fail if I didn’t give it a go.

It went better than expected… and has gone from strength to strength.

The pieces that just fell into place

As time wore on, each client became pieces of a much larger puzzle, and being a VA just seemed to fit.

Over the last year I have had the privilege of working with a variety of different people but the one thing that stands out about them all is that they each know who they are.

It wasn’t until the end of the year that I received a metaphorical slap across the cheeks and realised the enormity of the journey I am on.

The meeting of the minds

There are people you meet who leave next to no impression… but then there are those who shatter every foundation you have. Last November, I met the latter.

Everything fell around me, every truth I thought I knew was crumbled. I was stripped bare.

Over the course of the 1 hour Skype consultation I discovered a soul I have known before.

As my marriage took a nosedive from possibly repairable to the dark depths of no going back, he was there. He showed me the way.

A beautiful friendship developed, a meeting of minds. I rediscovered my passion for things I had forgotten I loved.

By the end of December, Jim had moved out. It was amicable (still is) and is the best thing for both of us, not to mention the kids.

Co-parenting and self-discovery

Separation doesn’t come with a manual but if it did I am sure it would emphasise the need for an amicable separation and, if there are children involved, to try and co-parent.

It’s something we have both been working hard on, and we seem to be working it out.

Internally, I have been assimilating the journey of the last year… Since the beginning of January I have discovered so much about myself. I have been revelling in the eternal quest for knowledge and rediscovering the joy that can be found in living, not just being alive.

As much progress as I have already made – this journey is really only just beginning.

Welcome back to Beth in a Box… a journey along a different path.