I have been strongly reminded that when we truly call to our deepest selves and to the desire for healing we must be mindful that the journey ahead is not always strewn with roses or calm waters.In fact the first part of the Grail Quest can often be one that begins in a wasteland as the world of the Grail seems to echo and mirror the outer experieinces and trials we face. Its in this wasteland we encounter the Fisher King and the scars on the soul which have been caused by some wrong, either self inflicted or brought on us by others. It is in this place where love does not grow, where the darkest parts of ourselves reside either hidden or our wounds bare for all to see. But in this place, in the grey barren wasteland the illusions are stripped away and we can stand surveying the land as it truly is..no glamour, no lies, no frantic hiding or escaping through what ever means we have...instead we stand and really begin to question what we see.
For me this wasteland is grey and devoid of love or compassion, it is a very cold place which terrifies me to my bones and threatens to turn me to dust if I remain. Or so the illusion tells me . But it is in this place full of its howling and bitter winds where I begin to glimpse the slightest shimmer of the Grails light somewhere ahead in the grey dead air.
It is also in this place that we will come to meet some of the other characters from the Grail quest and this in its self provides us with the greatest gifts, That we are not alone in our journey , that there are archetypes and guides to meet along the way.

