Finding Avebury Where I Least Expected It
This month I had the unexpected pleasure of discovering a little slice of Avebury right here in Cambridgeshire.
For many years, Avebury’s stone circle was a place I returned to again and again — sitting with the land, working with Dragon energy, grounding deeply, and simply being with the ancient rhythm of the Earth. It’s something I’ve missed dearly since moving back to Cambridge four years ago.
So imagine my surprise when that same familiar, steady, ancient energy washed over me — calling to a place in my soul that recognised the beat of a familiar memory deep in my heart — here in St Ives.
It soon became clear that this wasn’t just familiarity.
It was resonance.
The Avebury energy was at Manifest.
It feels like a direct, living connection between the two points, as though the land itself has quietly woven a thread from Avebury to St Ives, with Manifest resting right on it.
And Manifest is not just a superficial layer of crystals on shelves. It runs much deeper than that. It holds a genuinely safe, grounded space for the spiritual community — a place where energy is held with care, intention, and respect.
It also feels watched over.
Not in a way that unsettles — but in a way that reassures. As though mystical beings stand quietly at the edges, waiting, protecting, holding the space steady. Guardians of the threshold. Witnesses rather than intruders. A meeting point where many paths are welcome, and where nothing needs to prove itself to belong.
You can feel it the moment you step inside.
Like stepping through an energetic portal. It even carries the feeling of a Mr Ben shop — a place where you step inside, and somehow emerge into another world entirely.
Stepping through to the other side, where the unseen, the remembered, and the ancient quietly reside.
It was here, in this space, that a small and unexpected moment of soul-recognition found me — a gorgeous miniature grandfather clock that spoke in that quiet, unmistakable way that bypasses the mind and goes straight to the heart. One of those you know when you know moments.
In that instant, it felt as though the years I have spent connecting with the Wild Wood Tarot and walking my Celtic path all came together as one. Not as separate threads, but woven into something whole. The clock didn’t just mark time — it held it. Past, present, lineage, and remembering. A quiet acknowledgement of the path I have walked, and a gentle confirmation that the roots I have been tending have grown exactly where they were meant to.
St Ives itself carries a mystical, layered quality — but Manifest feels like an anchor point within it. A place of memory, connection, and quiet power.
How it has taken me four years to find it, I honestly don’t know.
I won’t keep secrets.
This beautiful place is called Manifest.
And so this beautiful keeper of time will be coming home with me, after it has spent the festive period resting in the window of the beautiful Manifest shop. Waiting. Holding space. As if it always knew our paths would cross — just not quite yet.
Some things are not bought.
They are claimed, when the moment is right.
Some places hold memory.
Some places hold magic.
And some places hold space — safely, deeply, watched over, and ready — exactly when you’re meant to find them.
If curiosity stirs, and you feel drawn to listen for what the land or the unseen might whisper to you, you may find yourself called to Manifest in St Ives — a place that quietly holds and protects the space it offers.
Website: www.manifeststives.co.uk
This piece is accompanied by my Avebury artwork, which I also offer as blank cards and prints when it feels right to do so.
