Whitby Jet is dark black fossilized wood that is considered a fine gemstone most prevalent in Whitby, Yorkshire, UK. We are in Whitby and enjoying our buzzing DNA amongst other delights.
Whitby is an artist’s dream. It's a dark/light integrationist’s playground. Dracula was conceived here. Celtic Christianity died here and yet is somehow more exalted in the grieving. Jet is crafted for grieving and yet promotes positivity.
An Abbey stands in ruins. Flowers bloom all around the cobblestone streets. Seagulls cry. Waves roll in from the North Sea. There is movement, beauty and history everywhere.
My heavy Scorpio sensibilities dance with my Virgo ascendant in this space framed by my natal mercury and sun lines.
Tonight Muriel and I watched Donnie Darko. I'm obsessing again about the strange intersections I feel with this incredible film. About Cellar Doors and Attic Windows. The magic is always in the contrast. And all the stairs in between.
Stairs. As Floridians we just don't see them much but all I'm doing here is climbing stairs.
Here are a few shots from Whitby, including an ancestor’s grave, a living pillar of the church’s ruins (me), Whitby Jet, and a video of the attic window at bedtime.
Donnie Darko reminded me that Tolkien said the phrase “Cellar Door” was the most lovely sounding word combination according to linguistic studies. I can't overlook the fear associated with cellars as well as the refuge they offer. Just like our own deep internal work - which prepares a space in us for love.
View from the attic window:
https://youtu.be/zq2uT_3nwyQ?si=ebw46KXXtr3BLYDz