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
Hi my friends. Well, I hope you are all enjoying the new album. As I've said all along, the direction would be a little different and I was a little jittery about how it might be received, but I've been so pleased to see such amazing reviews.
"It's the most wonderful time of the year..." The voice sings during the Christmas TV advert I will doubtless see this coming week, but I know for many of my friends this is actually their favourite time. It's not mine, but I totally get why it is
For the past eighteen months I've been immersed in an Otherworldly Journey. It started last April when Cerri and I took a working holiday in Wales. We booked a little self-catering cottage just outside Bala and there, in this tiny little space, I began typing away on
If you're a regular reader of my blog you'll already know that my current recording project is quite different from anything I've attempted before. It is a spoken word, musical, and dramatic presentation of the First Branch of the Mabinogion. This has been something I've wanted to
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
I'm a regular listener to the podcast Rune Soup hosted by Gordon White. If you enjoy listening to DruidCast I would thoroughly recommend checking Gordon's show out - great guests and thought-provoking discussions. The first question he asks his guests is Were you a weird kid?
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
I was at an OBOD camp back in 1997. It was a Samhain camp and the evening was cold, crisp and the sky was clear. The camp was on a farm far away from the big towns of the South West so the stars shone bright above.
In May Cerri and I went on a working holiday to Wales and immersed ourselves in the land from which the tales of the Mabinogion grew. I wrote about the trip in a couple of blog posts just after: Here and Here During that time I wrote the