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Sunday
Feb072010

Lunar Standstill at the Calanais Stones

words + photos by Elyn Aviva

It was a light and stormy night in late June, 2006, the second light and stormy night since we had arrived at the edge of nowhere. We had traveled for days to reach the Isle of Lewis, most northern isle of the Scottish Western Isles, to witness a rare astronomical event called the Lunar Standstill. Raw and rough, the wind felt as if it had blown in from around the world—and it had, for there was nothing in the Atlantic to slow it down.

We had journeyed by bus and ferry and car to stand before the Standing Stones of Calanais (aka Callanish), to participate in the once-every-18.61 years Lunar Standstill. The pale sun would set around 11 pm, and then the full moon would skim the southern horizon, go behind Sleeping Beauty Hill, and come out again—giving the appearance of a double rising—and shine between two tall stones in the central stone ring. Archeo-astronomers believe this marking of the movements of the moon gave the builders important power 5000 years ago.

Calanais consists of a slightly squashed central ring, four radiating stone arms, and an underground, box-shaped cairn. The central megaliths stand 8-12 feet high, their uneven silhouettes resembling a Rorscharch test. Was it a temple? A cemetery? A community center? A calendar? Nobody knows for sure. The silent stones reveal their purpose slowly, if at all.

We couldn’t wait to see the Lunar Standstill, but wait we had to. The night before, icy rain had ruined our chances. We hoped for better the second night, but the moon had coyly disappeared behind a layer of clouds, only occasionally peeking out. The event was taking place right before our eyes, but we couldn’t see it.

We had been drawn to this desolate distant land because we wanted to experience what the ancients had experienced (whatever that might have been) millennia ago. We were not alone in that desire. Shivering dreadlocked tie-dyed youth chanted and drummed to the moon, equally determined to have an experience. Nor were we and they the only watchers on that wild and windy night. A choir of Church of Scotland youth clung together, courageously singing “Amazing Grace” against the encroaching pagan forces. As if intimidated by such competing claims, the moon scuddled behind another back-lit cloud and stayed there.

At the end of the stone-lined path that led north from the ring of monoliths, a group of blanket-wrapped elders sat on chairs, impatient with those who blocked their view back down the aisle. Oblivious to their muttered complaints, a photographer set up his tripod in front of them. He pointed his camera toward Sleeping Beauty, waiting for a momentary glimpse of the moon gleaming between two grey and glistening stones. They looked like giant fingers pointing at the sky.

Why stand there, I asked? Was there a stone that marked the spot, the proper place to view this rare occurrence? He shook his head and lectured me on parallax: he would shoot the moon between the monoliths as soon as it appeared from behind the hill and clouds. Why wait for the exact moment (sometime after midnight, when the moon would be most full) when expediency would do?

The sky maintained its eerie glow ‘til almost midnight; the sun barely sets this far north. We waited. What could we do but wait? In the scale of millennia, a few minutes, an hour, a day meant nothing.

And then it happened. The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, disappeared behind the hill, then rose again on the other side, shining bright and gold between two standing sentinel stones. A cheer broke through the crowd. A hush soon followed. The moon shown for a moment, then retreated behind a bank of clouds. Rain pummeled down. Soaked and trembling with cold, we stumbled to the car for shelter.

Was that all there was, I thought? A momentary glimpse of the full moon between two upward-thrusting stones—off-center at that, as if marking the event were some kind of afterthought? I had come so far, eager to experience in my bones (chilled though they were) what might have been, what could have been—to share in an event that linked my “now” with an ancient “then.” But having seen it, I was not convinced. No “X” marked the spot from which to view this rare event. No heel stone stood in line for careful sighting of the rising, setting moon to indicate “Now is the night” and not some other. Like the photographer, I could have stood anywhere close by and seen the moon shine through the gap between the stones. Perhaps I expected too much, a precision foreign to those ancestral minds, those master builders who erected the massive stones. Or perhaps it never was intended.

It didn’t matter, I realized, as I stared out at the megaliths, fierce and commanding in the storm. I had come for one thing but had discovered something more important. I had learned I couldn’t experience what the ancestors had—I could only experience what happened here and now. The Calanais Stones had stood for 5000 years while the world turned and the stars shifted in the sky, while civilizations came and went and generations lived and died. I might construct or reconstruct or misconstruct their purpose in the past, but I knew now what they meant to me: a potent reminder of the ongoing mystery of what and why and wherefore. They’d drawn me from another continent, across the sea, to stand in drenching rain and lashing wind to watch the moon rise and set beneath their tireless gaze.

 

Elyn Aviva is a writer, fiber artist, and transformational traveler. She is fascinated by pilgrimage and sacred sites. Her PhD in anthropology was on the modern Camino de Santiago in Spain. Aviva is co-author of Powerful Places on the Caminos de Santiago, Powerful Places in Scotland, and other books on pilgrimage and journey. Calanais is one of the special places described in Powerful Places in Scotland. To learn more, go to www.pilgrimsprocess.com and www.fiberalchemy.com

 

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Reader Comments (19)

I just got a copy of Powerful Places in Scotland. It's intended for folks who want to travel more deeply to sacred spots; actually, it's a how-to book. It provides a lot of background information, maps, floor plans, directions for how to get to these special --and often out-of-the-way-- places, as well as suggestions for how to "tune in" and be present for the experience.

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterjudie

Wonderfully painted images of your experiences. I always appreciate it when an author can paint with words pictures of their experience. When that is accomplished I can see images in my head of what was. Thank you for sharing.

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJusto Gonzalez

Thank you for the beautiful article! I had never heard about this site,reading about it make you want to visit the place.
Francisco Allwood

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterElyn Aviva

Great description of all the different energies and people on the island. I stayed in a B&B close to Calanish and the owner was terrified by its pagan message so I had to be very careful. The place will always show you something that is not what you where there for and accepting that makes your stay magical.

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKarin

Beautiful images - photos and verbal of this haunting lovely place. Always valuable to self reflect on what a place teaches us.

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAnne

I love your writing. I can see, feel, and hear what you describe. I shivered when the rain pummeled down, and I could hear the "choir of Church of Scotland youth clung together, courageously singing “Amazing Grace” against the encroaching pagan forces."

The photos confirm the majesty of the location.

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLaura

It's wonderful to have this finely written, insightful and surely suspenseful report on a skittish moon creeping stealthily between two pillars of megalithic antiquity. Most of us are never likely to have either the pluck or the time to go to this far off, rain swept but magical place and hence must be grateful to Elyn Aviva for so faithfully bringing the place and the experience to us! Papajim

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterPapa Jim

If you like Elyn's writings you can go to the Trip Shop and find all her books.

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterGary White

what a great idea--telling people they can find elyn's books at the trip shop. elyn has some fan club! and it's well deserved!

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterjudie

Gorgeous photos!!! I imagined the moon from Elyn's description, so flleeting that it was probably impossible to photograph, but I saw it in my mind's eye. Elyn poses interesting questions that many writer's don't ask. What do we hope to experience when visiting these sacred sites? Can they give us a glimpse of how the ancients viewed them? How do we enjoy this special moment when things don't work out exactly as planned?
Elyn writing captures the feeling of the place and I like reading her articles because I know that she brings a magical perspective to the places she visits.

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterjan Dunn

Elyn, what a wonderful article! Having just made my first trip to Calanais this past summer, it was magical to read about your experience at the Standstill. I loved your observations about how perception is a blend of then and now, yet unique to the present moment we live within. Thank you so much for sharing your experience and wisdom.

February 8, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMaggie Grover

Just to clarify--if you are interested in the "Powerful Places" guidebooks, they are listed under "White" in YLIAT's bookshop. They are co-authored by Gary White and Elyn Aviva. Gary is my collaborator, fellow transformational traveler--and beloved partner. He has done much of the writing and research on the guidebooks.
And thanks, everyone, for your enthusiastic responses!
Elyn

February 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterElyn Aviva

That revelations are often made only after great energy is spent (whether in preparation, travel, reading, or just mental groundwork) is true enough. The question, "is that all?" is certainly a familiar one to those of us who are seekers of experiential content. I, too, have made journeys and ended up contemplating a different realization upon "my arrival".

To be treated to such a wonderfully descriptive account makes it possible to appreciate, from a quite uncommon and familiar place - my office, a deep realization and perspective that too often requires some sort of pilgrimage.

Beautifully written. Thanks.

February 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterPete

Thank you for your article and for alerting me to the website. I had a wonderful trip to Callinish this past summer and had a remarkable experience. I was able to experience with some remarkable people.
I enjoyed reading your previous writings. I was in awe of how much your experiences, and your willinginess to share, have helped so many understand this unique and powerful place.

Blessings, Roxanne, CA

February 10, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRoxanne Hood

I love the clarity with which Elyn makes clear her central realization that you can only know what you get from something here and now, not fathom the different ways of shaping intention and knowing that ancestors had--this way is respectful of self and ancestors.

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSusan Robinson

Nice! I took a trip to the standing stones about five years ago and it was pretty neat, particularly when you stand among them and gaze out on the hills and the water and little else. A chance to think the big thoughts without much to distract you.

Rachel

February 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRachel Dickinson

Elyn, your writing created a longing in my soul that I wasn't fully aware of. Your descriptions are succulent and inviting to the traveler and explorer. I look forward to reading more.

February 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMarika Baris

Hello Elyn,
It is very nice to hear from you again! We met in San Adrian last summer and since then I moved a few times. I’m now living in Pallars Jussà, in Catalunya.
How are Honey Bunny and Brown Bear?
I’m not working on Mary Magdalene book (not yet) because I am working on a different story. By the way, the writing about the Camino de las Estrellas (do you remember, on the 36th parallel) is finished now. I am looking for a publisher, it is always so difficult…
All the best for you and Gary,
Carme

February 22, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCarme J. Huertas

Elyn,
What a beautiful article! Transported me back to that magical place, and serves as a beautiful reminder of the gifts that Calanais offers to those willing to look...and listen. Thank you!

February 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKathleen Koprowski

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