This morning I woke from an interesting dream:
pandara and I were with a large group of people walking across a meadow for a celtic celebration of some sort.
Then I found myself at the covenstead. There was a forest behind
the back yard, and in the forest was a pond with a large sacred stone
at the bottom. Our high priest somehow drained the pond and then
moved the bowl-shaped depression into the back yard. The pond
cavity was landscaped and became a beautiful ritual space focused on
the large stone at the nadir of the bowl.
I remember being puzzled in the dream about how something like a hole,
which is actually the absence of something, could be moved...
There was also a small building our high priest had constructed
overlooking the ritual space. It was partially a screening wall,
but part of it was roofed and was designed to be a small temple.
I remember finding a bit of wet plastercloth-like material near where
the sloped ceiling met the wall, and being concerned that I needed to
fix it before it solidified.
The general feeling in the dream was puzzlement and pleasure over having such a nice and creative ritual space...