Gallahad the Donkey.

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Friday, October 07, 2005

Morgaine’s Surprise.

A donkey, hhmm, at Camelot we ride horses, donkey’s cannot be that different, can they? Well, if I am to begin this journey I guess I had better get moving.

I decided to befriend the donkey allocated to me and grabbed a handful of grass with dandeloins mixed in, I offered it to him and watched him eat as I stroked his maine. ‘I shall call you, Gallahad and we shall be trusting companions upon this journey’.

‘Thank you, Morgaine, I shall enjoy your companionship and care but please don’t think less of me because I am a donkey and not a horse’. Morgaine nearly fell over with shock – a donkey that can not only talk but hear her thoughts too!

‘Oh no, Gallahad, I do not think less of you! You’re obviously a sensitive donkey and you, you can talk and read my thoughts! How can this be? Oh, but I am glad Gallahad, now the journey will not be so lonely, it’s nice to have someone to talk too’.

‘It is good, Morgaine, that we have sorted this matter out, the journey is long and far, so to attempt it feeling inferior in any way is not good for you or me. You are not alone Morgaine, we are together and you shall meet many traveler’s along the way’.

‘Do you know where we are going, Gallahad? What is our route, our first stop’? ‘I believe it is the Gypsy Camp, there is a wake there for Megan’s mother. Now get some sleep, we shall begin at dawn’.

With that Morgaine pulled her warm cloak from her bag and laid down to sleep upon the soft green grass. She was soo tired and excited at the same time. ‘Goodnight Gallahad’. ‘Goodnight Morgaine’.

posted by Morgaine @ 8:54 PM   1 comments  

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At 12:25 AM, Fran said…

Welcome Morgaine: I think you will find that your donkey is very special indeed. Do remember that you have his magic wings (Let him tell you where he finds them most comfortable.) You will also find that in an emergency if he, rather than yourself, wears the all seeing glasses you will be kept from danger. The Donkeys’ Union Secretary

Cave of the Enchantress.

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Friday, October 07, 2005

Morgaine’s Arrival.

Gallahad returned with good news. He knew the way to the Enchantresses Cave. ‘Gather you’re belongings Morgaine, we must make haste’! Morgaine quickly gathered her bags, she climbed upon Gallahad’s back, ‘lead on Gallahad, let us depart’. Awhile later Morgaine was at the cave’s entrance with her bags. Gallahad munched on some grass a little way off.

‘Quite a crowd had already come through’, the Enchantress told Morgaine, ‘it has quietened down now, so you’re Morgaine, the Camelot Scribe, welcome to my cave and the beginning of a wonderful journey! What did you bring? I hope you packed light’.

 Morgaine assured the enchantress that her bag was light and its contents are a necessity. ‘ I have my journal, recorder for my interviews with fellow travellers, some clothing, my warm cloak, some food, my hairbrush, some herbs and oils, and some precious stones’.

‘This is good Morgaine, so you plan to interview fellow travellers? That sounds interestinng, you will find many interesting stories, I’m sure. So you come from Camelot? ‘

‘Yes and I am considered the Camelot Scribe, the Camelot Correspondent for the Camelot Chronicle. I am on a Crusade, the Camelot Crusade. I wish to learn about other places, people and communities and also to introduce and invite people to Camelot, this is one of the reasons I decided to undertake this journey, I look forward to meeting people, learning about different places and communities and hope to befriend many. I believe that if we all help one another we can all continue to exist in people’s hearts’.

‘Very interesting Morgaine, I’m sure others will share your belief’s and you will find your journey very inspiring, once again, welcome aboard! Now, I must give you this bag, in it you will find some things to help you on your journey, a compass amongst other things and most importantly, a doll’. ‘A doll? Why is a doll the most important thing’? Asked Morgaine. ‘This is no ordinary doll, this doll talks and can help and guide you along the way, you have met and named your talking donkey Gallahad, now this doll is yours to keep and name too. You will find her very wise, with much insight to share’.

Morgaine was taken aback, a telepathic, talking donkey and now a wise, insightful doll! They say Camelot’s ways are weird, she thought to herself. What is this magic? I must learn them so I can teach them back home to those who believe. The more wonder, enchantment, magic, old and new ways introduced to humans, the more they will seek their own truth and belief and the world will be a better place.

The Enchantress interrupted her thoughts saying, ‘it is time to go now Morgaine. Your first destination is to the Gypsy camp, where they are having a wake for Meagan’s mother. Meagan is a fellow traveller on the Silk Road and it is a time to share, god speed Morgaine’.

With that the Enchantress dissappeared and Morgaine was left alone with the bag. She reached in and pulled out the doll, it was a very pretty doll. She decided to call the doll, Angel. In that instant Morgaine found herself outside the cave with Gallahad. ‘Well Gallahad, it’s time to move on in search of the gypsies’. They departed in silence.

Journey to the Abbey.

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Saturday, April 29, 2006

A Room in The Abbey.

My journey to Glastsonbury came as a surprise not only to myself but also to Gallahad and Angel. Not too long after leaving The Cave of the Enchantress a messenger caught up with us and handed me a scroll.

Intrigued, I opened it. I could not contain my joy as I read the words, ‘an invitation to claim a room at the Leumarian Abbey, Glatsonbury’. I smiled so much my mouth ached. Thanking the messenger, I turned to Gallahad and ordered gleefully, “a change of plans Gallahad, we’re going to Glatsonbury’!

“Glatsonbury”! What happenned to finding the Gypsy Camp”? Asked Gallahad. “We will still visit the Gypsy Camp but for now we go to Glatsonbury and I wish to hear no more about it”!

Gallahad is a donkey of distinction, dare I say a gentleman, who knows when to keep quiet so he decided to read my mind rather than ask any more questions. He also has an uncanny sense of direction and before I knew it we were on our way. “Not too long, not too long and you’re nearly home”, whispered Angel from my bag.

Morgaine rode quietly upon Gallahads back thinking, remembering. She had never been to the Abbey in Glatsonbury even though it was situated quite close to her beloved Avalon.

Avalon was like her second home, she had been moved there as a child to learn the ways of the Goddess and become the next teacher and keeper of those ways.

When the mists enveloped Avalon for the final time, Morgaine knew there was no return to ‘paradise’. Tears welled in her eyes as she remembered the happinness, sadness and the deceit that closed the mists of Avalon for all time. She, who was the pawn in the game, manipulated by others, felt like the mists had also closed around her heart forever. How could she ever trust again?

If all that was not enough Arthur had died and the Saxons invaded, leaving a trail of destruction behind them. Camelot, the once bustling, happy town was ruined. Morgaine escaped to the hills
and claimed an abandoned farm which she named Camelot, here, she could live in peace. A few villages and their families had followed her believing she could keep them safe, these she hired to work the farm.

The Saxons moved on and up to conquer, the villagers and Morgaine settled in to life and work on the farm, yet Morgaine was still restless. One of the villages told Morgaine about a journey called the Silk Road, she had also heard it from a travellor before the Saxons came, it was then Morgaine determined to take the Silk Road Journey, herself – it was what she needed.

Morgaine left her Camelot the next afternoon confident the villages would not let her down, after all, it was their home too. So here she is travelling to Glatsonbury, about as close as she’ll ever get to Avalon.

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At 12:47 AM, Imogen Crest said…

Great to read. These myths are golden.

At 10:13 AM, wendybird said…

The Aurthurian legends are intriguing, and the perspective you have set up is intriguing. I look forward to reading more, you’ve captured my interest.