A journey within a journey this year included a visit to Sissinghurst Garden, in Kent, England.
I met myself in pure delight when I was called to sacred space beyond the edge of the garden. A wood full of bluebells enchanted me, and for a time I wandered beyond the garden gate, twined a vine onto my head and savored the quiet of the journey within the journey. *Art from a couple of years ago seems to have predicted this, see below.
In ruins, the Sissinghurst estate was saved in the 1930’s by Vita Sackville-West who was called to recreate a space that provided inspiration and magic for herself and her family, along with artists, poets and lovers of gardens. The “castle” and grounds, was a manor house (1300’s) and a mens prison (1600’s), fallen into disrepair the grounds became the vision of Sackville-West.
Vita was a renegade, a poet, novelist and a visionary. Married to diplomat Harold Nicolson and a mother to two sons, the couple had a collaborative marriage, together they designed Sissinghurst and enjoyed an open marriage. Vita had a number of long term love affairs, including one with Virginia Wolff, and would travel frequently expressing an androgynous identity, a perspective that she often wove into her novels.
She was woman who lost her childhood home through the lineage laws of Britain [the palatial Knole, thought to have been a calender house with 365 windows, 52 rooms, 12 chimneys, 4 wings and 7 external doors]. She struggled and loved and forged a vision of creating her own world, one that could not be taken from her. The garden rooms and living landscapes she designed with her husband, built from nothing within the grounds of this extraordinary place, became a legacy. *These garden rooms have inspired Mythos Journey over the years!
I was determined to get to Sissinghurst this year and drove across the South of the England to spend a few days in Kent. The timing was perfect and the first days of May meant that the bluebells would be blooming in the woods…here is a sunlit look into the woods.
Here is a wee bit of my experience of delight in this living landscape.
*Art spread from a few years ago…the bluebells were calling me.
Come journey with me!