Last weekend was the Winter Gathering of the Order of Bards Ovates and Druids. The Order holds two gatherings each year, one in June, the other December, both in the Somerset town of Glastonbury. 200 members from all across the world gather together for community, music, ritual
That magnificent nature poem was written by my Bardic Buddy Arthur Hinds and to me sums up in just a few verses the reverence we Druids hold for these beings. If ever I feel upset, or disconnected from my Path, if ever I need to remember what
I was born in Cornwall, that mysterious peninsula at the far south west of Britain. A place of moorland, majestic rocky shores with the mighty Atlantic ocean pounding it's grey stone cliffs. A place of small fishing villages, strange folklore customs, and small tortured trees with branches
I've been in the recording studio all week working on the Y Mabinogi project. The good news is that it's been an amazing three whole days and it's moving along very nicely, but I thought I would pull my head out of the headphones and type a
Every Monday when I walk into my studio I draw a tarot card asking what the trends and influences I should be aware of that coming week. Ok, it's Tuesday, but the Bank Holiday meant I didn't step into the studio yesterday, so I'm a day late.
Spring. It's here. Honest. The Equinox is just a few minutes away. I've always thought of the Solstices and Equinoxes as the beginning of the seasons, with the Fire Festivals being the height. So to me Spring begins today, and Beltane, with it's verdant greens and fertility
As a movement grows and matures it seeks to firm the foundations of its community, and one of the ways it can achieve this is by re-introducing lost rites of passage, and reclaiming those that have remained, but have seemingly lost their way. In the secularised West
Initiations can often be very powerful experiences. I was initiated into the Order of Bards Ovates and Druids on the Spring Equinox of 1995, having joined the Order in April 1994. I hadn't rushed in. I wanted to be sure I had found my home. I remember the
Although our house it still full of builders I can feel Autumn's blessed peace approaching. I have two more gigs this year, Witchfest International at the Brighton Centre in November, and Tenbury Mistletoe Festival in December, then no more gigs until the PF Devon and Cornwall conference in
Close the door keep out the storm, Far Away, Far Away... It's nearly here. In two weeks time the major Sabbat of Samhain will arrive, bringing with it dark evenings and opening the door to the cold of Winter. Lanterns will be lit and placed in windows.