It's a question I've been asked many times but it's not something I've written about here on the blog so here goes! I'll admit it. I'm a melody and riff man. I like pretty much straight forward music with a hook in the chorus and a great
The snow-capped mountains reach towards the blue sky, and as they do so the white begins to fall away. Rivers of melted snow rush downward and soon join as one with the river below. Soon the river is flowing so fast it's uncontrollable. It has a life
There are certain folk from the mythology of this little island that fill my heart. Taliesin, Arthur, Gwydion, Rhiannon to name just a few. Another is the figure of Merlin. I guess my first encounter with Merlin was in Disney's Sword in the Stone back when I
Shownotes for DruidCast Episode 127 Goddess of the Southern Land - Spiral Dance Interview with Adrienne and Paul from Spiral Dance Children of Lir - Spiral Dance Mallee my Mother - Spiral Dance Spiral Dance on the Web - http://www.spiraldance.com.au DruidCast theme - Hills they are Hollow
If you visit any self-help or mindfulness sites one of the practices they all seem to recommend is to spend some time each day thinking about the things in your life for which you are grateful. I know how lucky I am. I have a roof over
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.
Ok, I apologise. I was looking through some of my old blog posts looking to write a few more Story of the Song posts when I saw that I had also started a Story of the Album series, got up to The Cauldron Born back in 2014,
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