1280px-Acorns_falling_onto_the_groundFollowing on from my most recent post I find myself thankful for the dark evenings. This is unusual for me. Anyone who has been reading my blog for a while will know that I’m a child of Summer. That my heart sings when I feel that first warmth on my skin in early Spring, and that I suffer from S.A.D. so last Sunday’s clock change has always been one of my least favourite times of the year. But here I am, travelling home in the dark, looking out at a dark garden at 5pm, and actually enjoying it. Weird.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t had time to get fed up with it yet. In truth I’ve always loved Autumn, and although many see Beltane as the start of Spring, and Samhain as the start of Winter, that’s never worked for me. To me Beltane is the height of Spring, Samhain is the height of Autumn, and Winter begins at the Winter Solstice. It’s Winter I have the real trouble with. January and February just bug me. I’ve tried to be a good Pagan and love all seasons but a couple of years ago I had to be honest with myself and admit that I would rather go and live in Australia for the Winter and come back late March.

But again I feel different this year.

I’m in the process of sorting out how I live my life – how I spend my precious minutes on this earth. It’s something I would recommend doing at least every other year. Old activities don’t always give way to new ones and soon we find ourselves full to the brim and completely stressed out. Even too much good stuff can do this. I’ve already made the decision that I want to write and record more than I have been. To do this some things have to give way, to make space. So to look at how we spend our time is really valuable, otherwise we can make a decision to do something new, and then find we don’t have the space to do what we want. That’s what happened last year, so this time I’m doing things right, and letting some stuff go.

DruidCast is staying. I love putting that together every month, as I do my eNewsletter, and writing this blog.

I’ve become a little disillusioned with Facebook for a while now. After reading Silver Ravenwolf’s fight to use her name on her profile when Facebook demand we use our ‘real’ names, or Venessa Vine, the anti-fracking activist who has had her profile deactivated by the overlords of Facebook who believe that she is a business and must convert her personal profile to a page (and subsequently pay for everyone to see her posts), to the fact that of the nearly 21,000 likes on my music page Facebook show my posts to an average of 1,200 (again, unless I pay) have made me reluctant to use the site as much as I have been. I can still see it’s value, but I’m getting concerned about the corporate attitude that is growing.

If you want to keep up to date with recordings, new songs, and concert dates the best way is still to subscribe to my email newsletter from the front page of my website.

I will be redirecting some of the festival and camps gigs I play into touring, so I’ll still play live as much, maybe even more than before, but in a different way. I will never stop playing festivals and camps, I love them too much, but I played 26 weekend festival gigs this year, which is maybe a little too many, and still think I could have time to write and record new music…

So I’m looking at the Autumn and Winter as returning to the earth. To be the seed buried in the soil, in darkness, dreaming its potential. Then next Spring to bring this new way of life into fullness, as shots reach to the warming Sun. As the leaves fall, and the lake becomes still once more, I’m taking this time to still myself, and to look into the waters of the lake, as the veil thins, and relish this moment, as life changes once more.