Cast the runes in my shamanic clinic last night, to see how I would honour a fallen friend in spirit and they showed me that I had to escort his body from Midgard to Vanaheim. So this morning, at first light I set off up to Bushy combe Farm, where the Hurn tree is. I left offerings hanging on the branches and I kept my appointment with the spirits in vision. I got to experience a holy moment and received some enlightening teachings, unfortunately of which I cannot share with you.
Afterwards I continued on my vision path around the Tor stopping off at my sacred places, offering prayers and saying hello to old friends. As I travelled I picked up the fresh rubbish left behind by the trusty tourists. As I ventured around by the egg-stone I bent down to grab a milky bar wrapper and my Morrison's carrier bag fell open and dropped all the stuff collected so far. This happening to be one of the windiest mornings I have had on the Tor to date, the trash escaped everywhere, so I spend the next twenty odd minutes rounding it all up and stuffing it back in the bag, rushing this way and that and stamping down of the really rebellious pieces before the next gust of wind set them free again on another adventure.
Yesterday I had  this epiphany that I was actually grateful to the folks who drop there crap all over this
sacred hill, because they give me the task of picking it up and affirming my connection as a land guardian. obviously today the Gods were playing with me and let me enjoy myself far too much.
So Thanks again Litter Bugs, you make my day!!!!!