As I work my way through the process of creating this audiobook/musical/dramatised retelling of the First Branch of the Mabinogion I am becoming more and more thankful to the Christian scribe/s who wrote it all down. It's easy for me now to imagine those feet walking through
As I mentioned in my previous Y Mabinogi update, the spoken word sections of this project will be around an hour and a quarter long. I've produced the DruidCast podcast from my home studio since 2007 with no issues at all, but sitting in the quiet of
Every Monday morning I have a ritual. I go to my studio/workspace, light some incense, sit quietly, then shuffle a Tarot deck asking the question, "What are the trends I should be aware of in my life this coming week?" I continue to shuffle the deck, focussing
Time for an update on the new album. The first words were written in May when me and Cerri travelled to Wales and hired a beautiful cottage. I wrote of the experience here and during that week the Awen flowed freely as words fell onto the page.
It's time to turn my gaze towards the Otherworld. The subject of the next song in Y Mabinogi is Annwn. Pwyll steps through the portal into that Otherworld, in the guise of Arawn, a King of that land. This is the point when the next song is
Something different today. I love a good ghost story. If I think back my earliest encounter with the ghost story was probably Scooby Do, and when I was really small some of those stories used to scare me. The weird thing was I enjoyed being scared, at
Yesterday I was asked by my pals at the Folkcast podcast to create an audio spoken word piece for one of their forthcoming seasonal shows. The piece they asked for was one of my recent posts - The Old Bearded Man - based on the myth of
A year or so ago a friend of mine mine recommended that I watch a film. It was called Dreamkeeper, and is the tale of a Native American Grandfather, travelling to a tribal gathering, being driven there by his teenage grandson. The grandson has been seduced by
I love creation stories and sometimes feel sad that time has not left us a Celtic creation story. We know that the tribes of Iron Age Europe held the three realms of Land, Sky and Sea as sacred so I wanted my story to focus on them.
The long days of Summer are beginning to draw in as we make our way towards Autumn. The first harvest is being collected as the golden fields give up their gift of abundance and John Barcleycorn is cut down at the knee. I always have mixed emotions