For much of my life, when I found myself walking through a forest or the countryside on one of those little public footpaths that meander across the green Sussex Downs I spent much of my time looking down. Partly to see where I was walking and to
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I remember when the ghosts seemed to be everywhere. Back in my childhood, before hand-held bright screens and cars, when the world was slower, riding my bike into town, past the old fire station next to the park. Old, dark, and empty. I used to pretend a
In my previous article, I wrote that the spoken word for Y Mabinogi, The Third Branch had been recorded. Some of you got very excited about that and asked me through PM when the album would be released, so maybe there was a little confusion about how
They were back on Sunday. The two crows. As I walked up the small incline that lead out of the field to the edge of the Adur river, there they were. Once more they landed before me, then took off, played on the wind, landed, walked a
Last week Cerri and I took our first holiday of the year. We went to one of my favourite places, Dartmoor, with the intention of doing nothing other than spending time in beautiful places, visiting sacred sites, and taking the time to look at our lives and re-group.
The term myth can sometimes be seen as a derogatory word. If something is labelled a 'myth', in this broken, reductionist world we find ourselves, it is seen as untrue, maybe as a quaint story, sometimes as a way of taking the power away from beliefs that
During the recent Dark Moon phase me and Cerri sat down for a Journey with the Dark Moon. It's part of the work we are doing with our Druid Grove at the moment. We opened our inner Journey in our usual way and then went out, individually
Here's to thee, old apple tree, May you bud, May you bow! Stand fast root, bear well top, Pray God send us a good howling crop. Every twig, apples big, Every bough, apples now. Hats full, caps full, full quarter sacks full, Holla boys holla, and blow
I confess that I have always found January to be the hardest month of the year. Named after the God Janus there is a real sense of things not quite beginning yet, with the God's faces seeing both back to the old year, and forward into the