I told this story on the blog nearly three years ago, but I've been inspired to tell is again. From that blog: When I was very young I got the Measles. I had a raging fever for a number of days and the doctors were quite worried about
A nice light topic for a Tuesday morning. As is often the case the talking stick session of our local moot has inspired me to write a blog post. Some people go down the pub to relax, watch a bit of Sky Sports on the big screen
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
So you've found this wonderful thing called Paganism. You might be called to explore a particular path, be that Wicca, Witchcraft, Asatru, Druidry or Shamanism, or you might just want to go with the flow of the eclectic and take stuff from all over. There are magazines,
The alarm dragging him slowly from sleep. Hit the snooze button. Relax. But ten minutes later there it is again, the programmed, electronic buzz that, every day, forces him from sleep into semi-consciousness. Throw back the covers. It's the only way to be sure that seductive snooze
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.
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.