Its been a while since I have written anything here. I have been concentrating more on publishing stories and poems to my YouTube and Facebook pages. The spoken word has taken over from the written word for a while. Mirroring the oral tradition of Druids of old perhaps? However I do not want to ignore … Continue reading One Life..
There has been much in the news recently about Racism, Black Lives Matter and the demonstrations, protests or riots (depending on your viewpoint). It saddens me greatly that we still need these protests, In fact it angers me that racism is still a thing. It should anger you too. People say to me that racism … Continue reading A Path of peace..
Every year for the past four years I have walked the South Downs Way (or part of it at least) It has been my annual re connection to the land around me. This year I had planned walk a different route, Still just me and a tent, but a different part of the country. Several … Continue reading Land Sea and Sky.. and Cows.
So its Lockdown time due to Coronvirus. Like many people throughout the UK and indeed Europe and beyond, the past three weeks has seen me working from home and only having close contact with very few people. In my case I have been in the house with Rebekah and our son Freddie and no one … Continue reading Lockdown – not total shutdown
In the Mid 90's In the UK there was a TV advert for British Telecom. Its tagline was "its good to talk" 25 years on and that remains a good maxim.Talking is good, Its good for you to get things off your chest and out in the open, its good to talk and question things … Continue reading Its good to talk
Brigid is the Goddess we honour at Imbolc. She is the Goddess of healing, childbirth, smiths, the hearth and home, and the Goddess of inspiration and poetry.It is her aspect of poetry and inspiration that I particular honour at Imbolc . The Goddess and muse of the bards. The Anderidda Gorsedd have held their Bardic … Continue reading Imbolc – the Awen flows
The wassailing, or blessing of the fruit trees, involves drinking and singing to the health of the trees in the hope that they will provide a bountiful harvest in the autumn. Much noise is made in order to scare away any malign influences from the trees. This ancient custom is still practised across the country … Continue reading Wassail, all over this land
Those that know me or have read my blog posts, will know that I do like the old tales. The old stories and myths have a magic about them regardless of what "path" they come from. They are the stories of our ancestors, the stories of our land, parables that we can still learn from. … Continue reading They’re just stories of course..
So the Sun returns a new day dawns. The wheel has turned, the year has ended , a new one just begun. A decade has passed and a new one starts. Some things remain the same but everything changes. I have been thinking about tradition recently, I touched on it in my last blog but … Continue reading Its traditional…
So, we approach the Winter Solstice again. I have for the past twelve months been posting a note about the changes to the world around me as I cycle to work. I have once again quite literally cycled through the seasons of the year. So what have I learnt as I have been observing the … Continue reading Cycling through the cycles