Dragons and omens

Last night I had the huge urge to go up on the hill, despite being very tired. So, up the hill we went. It had been a wet day, but there were breaks in the cloud and we were able to sit out and look at the Severn river.

When we first arrived, there were intense shafts of sunlight over the water, and as we watched a patch of intense darkness, largely blotting out the hills beyond, moved up the water for some distance. The sky out towards Wales glowed a strange, peachy colour, but we could see it was raining heavily over the Forest of Dean. At one point, rain on the river was so intense that we could see the disturbance of the surface, despite being miles away. It did not rain on us, but that’s often the way of it with these hills, weather can be very localised indeed.

Up the Severn Vale came a parade of dark clouds, low, heavy and moving a lot faster than the pale clouds above them. Behind the pale clouds lay bright blue sky, and sometimes we could see all three layers, and sometimes some of the clouds were golden from the setting sun. The dark clouds that came were each incredibly distinctive. Animalish shapes – we saw lots of elephants, but far more dragons. Huge, serpentine Chinese style dragons with distinctive heads and faces, winding up the Severn. If it had just been me there, I might have put it down to whimsy on my part, but my husband and son saw much the same things. At one point, a kestrel came and hovered right over us.

I’m not one for symbols. I tend not to infer meaning from natural events except in the most literal ways – it’s a big cloud so it could well rain – is about my level for this sort of thing. Last night was something else entirely. There was such a sense of presence, and significance, of something big in motion. Towards the end, the sky looked like one of those old paintings of divine retribution. As we were leaving, a mix of rain and setting sun had flooded the plain towards Slimbridge with a dense orangeness unlike anything I’ve ever seen in a landscape before.

It all felt important, and I have no idea what to make of it.

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About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, wife to the most amazing artist -Tom Brown. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

6 responses to “Dragons and omens

  • dragonsmeet

    big stuff in motion indeed……… I sense that as the political and social stuff spirals downward the Land is becoming more enlivened……..

  • Christopher Blackwell

    Perhaps you were not to make anything of it. Perhaps all that was important was that you ad your family be there to see, observe, and wonder, while feeling there was more going on that you were fully aware of.

    We modern civilized beings are usually so busy, tired, and frustration that we lose our sense of wonder. So you were give a chance to feel it again sort of recharging.

    I myself have found myself doing what seem to be bizzarre things, yet they seem like what needs to be done. So I just do it and not worry about it. Back i the 1960s we would have called it going with the flow.

  • lornasmithers

    Sounds awesome 🙂 Maybe something you’ll understand one day or maybe it will remain a mystery!

  • druishbuddhist

    I’m not much one for digging much symbolism out, usually, but maybe the important part was just recognizing that there is more in this heaven and earth than can be dreamed of in your philosophy, Horatio. 🙂

    All in all, it sounds like a lovely experience. Also, if there WAS a message, it might not have been intended for you. Just a thought.

  • Sue Marsh

    Just accept it as it was – one day you may know and understand why you saw this at that particular time and moment, maybe you never will but it sounds like the magic and beauty of it all uplifted your spirit…maybe that’s what it was supposed to do!

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