Appreciating our place in time is a vital part of getting to know who we really are. 

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I am lucky enough to live a short train journey from London and halfway between the great henges of Avebury and Stonehenge - in the centre of some of the best preserved neolithic landscapes in the world. Some of the features of this landscape are the first marks that humans made on the land as they followed the retreating icesheets north out of southern Europe 10,000 years ago. They tell a story of our history that is vital to our understanding of ourselves. In these landscapes, we can find traces of early Christians worshiping in communion with followers of the mother goddess. They show us a harmony between people of varied beliefs, and in their relations with nature that is often alien to us now.

Four centuries ago, the Puritan’s witch trials failed to smash the ancient temples. But they terrorised, tortured, and murdered these harmonious Christian and pre-Christian beliefs from our culture and consciousness. Walking through and engaging with these stories in the landscape is a sacred act of recognition. This recognition is required to return us to our pre-Reformation state of acceptance of that which is other to ourselves. It is an act of healing for both our culture and for nature.