Stonehenge at solstice was OK, no big deal.  Cold, white, no sunrise due to freezing fog, fortunately no tourists because of the weather, lots of pagans and druids.  The magic was there but it was in disguise, only showing itself for fleeting instants to those with both the willingness and the eyes to see it.  Very seductive, but I saw people there who have dabbled with power to their cost, been entranced and enchanted by the glamour and the mystique and I saw what they are now, hollow shells compared to what they were twenty years ago.  Magic and power corrupt as much as money and fame.  Don't look for it, certainly don't try and control it.  Allow it to draw close to you and occasionally dance and surf with it, but never, never never think you own it.  Now - those few of you who were following my blog in 2003 know full well the vitriol I spat at the Total Bxxxxxxd (TB) and his warmongering puppetmasters, vitriol I now usually reserve for bankers and polluters.  But i am going to give it my best shot in the new year before he takes the stand...  I'll publish that Obama article before the new year, kick me if I don't.  And to end, the boys are back in town, and they've left us a really positive reminder of the real world.  Go here.