Thousands of years ago The People who lived by the mountains and lakes created a beautiful expression of their love of the Goddess. She had birthed the world and provided for their every need. At night She enfolded them in a blue cloak dusted with stars, and walked among them on the paths of the moonbeams. By day she watched them in sun, rain and snow, sending warmth for the harvest of grain, or not, if angry. After death their spirits followed the Milky Road to the stars which were Her home. They knew all about Her power and majesty, and wanted to give thanks for the good things in life, and recognise the sorrows that life will also bring.
When The People found the hilltop they knew it was a special place where they could be closest to the Great Mother. The hilltop was surrounded by greater peaks like arms of the Goddess hugging them tight; yet it was high and clear and far apart from the cares of their day-to-day world, swept clean by the wind and open to the bright wide sky.
The People often used rowan trees to help them represent the Goddess. In Spring the white flowers reminded them of Her aspect of Maiden, with their fresh white petals and sweet scent; in autumn, the bright red berries which fed the birds taught them of her role as Mother, providing for Her children; in winter the black thorny branches were those of the Crone, signalling cold, hunger and death until through the proper sacrifices and prayers the sun returned and spring came again. The cycle of the seasons and of life were told as if by a storyteller beside the fire at night.
Rowan trees, however, would not be enough for such a special place and The People knew they had to do more to honour the Goddess here. The way to the hilltop was steep and hard, but they brought up the stones and laid them according to the pattern the shamen told them. The work was hard and took a long time, requiring the dedication of effort and unflinching faith shown again many generations later by the masons building the medieval cathedrals of Europe. Inside the stones, like those later cathedrals, they could feel the presence of the Sacred holding them, just as the circle of mountains held the circle they had made.