I.
Bendithion yr Awen
I undertake a fool’s quest to understand the origins of the breath of life and in my foolishness am granted an answer. I find myself amongst a crowd singing with them as three Mothers of Destiny breathe the awen (which is at once inspiration and one’s fate) into a baby.
It is suspended over a baptismal font that reminds me of the Roman altar to the Mothers at Lund Church near Springfields around five miles away from me.
Our voices are pre-Roman, Roman, post-Roman, of all the women who have sung their blessings to a child in this ancient gathering place and in churches where Matrona ‘the Mother’ appears as Mary and the Matronae as Faith, Hope and Charity.
They rise and fall as we sing: “Awen bendithion yr awen bendithion yr awen bendithion…”
II.
Sea Maidens
My fool’s quest continues as I cannot, now, resist returning to the mothers to pose the question of my own destiny. They appear as three sea maidens, stormy, stony-faced, amidst a sea of raging waters.
III.
The Web of my Destiny
The goddess in the middle shows me ‘the Web of my Destiny’. She holds it between her hands like a cat’s cradle. It shimmers golden and pulsates with coloured jewels of energy. She tells me that a small tweak can change everything. I realise that making a cat’s cradle is a two-way process, between a person and the gods, and it’s my turn.
The Cell of Sister Patience 
Many years ago I had a vision where I saw a web of golden light. Each intersection of threads was a flame and I knew that flame was an individual being. Some flames were tiny, others like huge bonfires and I was outside it all, containing it all. Then on a breath the perspective changed and I was at the heart of this web and knew that each golden thread was my interaction with those around me. The stronger or thicker the thread the more I was connected to that being. It was a vision that has remained with me and your vision here reminds me of it.
Wow. That sounds really powerful 🙂 I hadn’t thought of the glowing lights as beings until now…
‘A fool’s quest’ but I am reminded that the Fool was often (as e.g in Shakespeare’s ‘King Lear’) a source of hidden wisdom beneath the ‘foolish’ words spoken. And also that ‘silly’ originated in ‘sely’ meaning ‘holy’ or ‘blessed’. One who might well hear the words of the Matronae and find some words of reply.
I didn’t know about the associations between ‘silly’ and ‘sely’ and ‘holy’ and ‘blessed’ (which is also the meaning of Gwyn’s name). Do like those 🙂