Sandy was standing with us, a brilliant man given to speeches, thoughtful and strong. He gestured around the hall and said, "All of Stonehenge could fit in this room". He then bewailed the loss of some stones to builders who appropriated them and cut them up. I've always admired Sandy's erudition, and wondered how his youthfulness was so well preserved into his eight decade. Definitely, he knows some wisdom that might be described as deep earth magic or ancient wisdom. After the passing of my father, I've always have felt more at peace around a man actually older than myself. Sandy is one of these elders. Last night, I texted my daughter, "My father and your grandfather would be agog knowing that you had arrived at Stonehenge.