| 21 August 2010
From the travel diaries of Nathascha:
"On the last day of our stay at the Chalice Well lodge, still in the dark cloack of the early morning, I dwelled in the Chalice Well gardens and rather than going to my personal favourite spot in the gardens, I asked the Spirit of Place how I may serve. The path it showed me led me up to well head and beyond, to the Cress field. I could see sheep grazing. All, but one.
That particular one stood still on all fours, one slightly bend. Immediately I sensed something was wrong. It couldn't move! I wanted to help and find a way in but the cress field was inaccessible, the gate shut! The opening of the Chalice Well still an hour away. What to do? I would have to leave for home in a couple of moments! Torn with emotions of wanting to help, I remembered I had my camera in my hand bag. I could take a photograph and Reiki-it on our way back home. At least that was something I COULD do.
When I reached into my hand bag, my arm suddenly pulled back at the touch of something very sharp that pricked my finger! A painful screech escaped my lips into the silent air. Instantly, I got the message! The sheep must have stepped into something sharp. I needed to let somebody know! But who, there was no one there but me. I promised the animal I would get her some help and left determined to find that help!
Walking back through the gardens, I literary stumbled into a Chalice Well volunteer who had come early! (Thank you!) I told her the whole story and realised, while talking, that she might have easily mistaken me for a mumbling fruitcake - talking to sheep and all. But she listened open minded and open hearted and she said to my delight: "The shepherd is coming in this morning and I will tell him to check the sheep's legs". I sighted, relieved! Mission accomplished.
I went back to the Chalice Well Lodge and quickly wrote the story down in my notebook while Mario was loading the suitcases into the car. The window next to me was open. I could hear the lady from the office of the Chalice Well approaching Mario, telling him that the shepherd came in early and checked the legs. It needed help indeed and he had taken care of it immediately. Silently, I cried many tears of gratitude and love and beauty onto my notebook's pages... ."
© Nathascha Heijen
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