Between the Worlds

While traveling through Scotland last autumn, I came upon this in the wall of headstones.  As  I photographed the surroundings I was reminded of the following poem from Shakespeare, the whole atmosphere was very evocative of Hekate.  Granted, she does not hail from this part of the world, but graveyards have no real geographical location especially when we stand between the worlds.

Now it is the time of night

That the graves all gaping wide,

Every one lets forth his sprite,

In the church-way paths to glide:

And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecate's team,

From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,

Now are frolic: not a mouse

Shall disturb this hallow'd house:

I am sent with broom before,

To sweep the dust behind the door. (V.i)

A Midsummer's Night Dream

                                                      Greyfriars Kirkyard Edinburgh Scotland