North Atlantic Isles
The travelers came upon the lone tree on that windswept green plain. They took shelter in nearby caves whenever the sudden storms arose, which were many in this violent land. When the weather was warmer and quiet, they began to search about in the nearby forest. They cut down four trees, each one had grown on the edge of the wood, each facing a different point of the cardinal directions.
They brought the trees back to the one tree, the great tree, where they built a fire and celebrated the new season of warmth, sun and growing. They dug down deep, using deer antlers, into the chalk beneath the meadow and made large fire pits. They began their work of carving and shaping each of the four trees that they had cut and carved into fashioned poles, each symbolizing the various seasons. They dug deep holes for these and placed the poles in them, marking each of the four direction points around the great tree. Then they waited. When the midsummer sun finally rose, the beams fell upon the sacred portion of the ground, and there they dragged a great stone, weighing more than hundreds of men and three times as tall. They stood the stone upright, using levers. The stone was a marker and memorial of their holy ceremony and in tribute and thanks to the sun-god.
Then they returned to their homes.
Every year, at midsummer, they returned to that holy place to celebrate and worship, give thanks and feast, paying homage to their sun-god.
But after many generations, the world changed, as did the people. The stone was stolen by rivals and the poles were burned. The great tree was cut down and carried away. But that place stayed sacred and the empty holes stood empty for many long years, as the roots of the great tree withered but remained.
All words and photos copyright 2012 by Eddie Edwards.