Category: observation

Easter starts with a Corpse…

Read my article on why Jesus would be annoyed that he died for our sins… http://moon-books.net/blogs/moonbooks/blood-in-the-spring/

The Power of Old Tights!

 An ‘up cycling’ achievement: half of one leg of a dead pair of (clean!) tights with two handfuls of oatmeal in the foot, suspended in the running hot water of Nathan’s bath to help ease his chicken pox. Plenty of cold water added… Continue Reading “The Power of Old Tights!”

Alban Eilir: Time of the Hare

My Equinox musings can be found here: http://moon-books.net/blogs/moonbooks/alban-eilir-time-of-the-hare/

Celtic Witchcraft Chapter 6: Wild Spirit

Click my lovely friend Crowley above to read the latest installment in my musings about Celtic magic. This month I have visited the animal kingdom, looking at our modern relationships with other creatures how our forebears may have seen them.

Lick the Sky

It’s Imbolc And I want to Lick the sky Those fiery stripes Must surely be As sweet as sunrise ice. The blackbird nods Tail bouncing on the wall Of a run down council house. The Honda Prelude that Cuts me up Is a square… Continue Reading “Lick the Sky”

A Crow Comes to Visit

When I was little I rescued an injured crow, and as it was too damaged to return to the wild, the crow stayed with my family and usually lives with my mum and dad. Crowley the Crow is visiting me, however, because mum and… Continue Reading “A Crow Comes to Visit”

Dirty Poem

Pen meet paper Have a chat Shake nib with grain In absence of hands A heat erupts Between two strangers Immediate, shocking As fuzz of fibre Cause ink to flow Liquid and glorious.

Taken from Notes from a Gentle Heart…

…is a wonderful review of my book, A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors. Laura Perry tells us in her own words what she thought of it. Thanks Laura, glad you enjoyed it!

Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole

I almost wish it were A metaphor for death; decay! Instead you’ll be surprised To hear me say That coming home to Mouldy guacamole Holy moley! Guacamole! Is actually a measure Of my happiness My pleasure Green and lumpy Like it should be Now… Continue Reading “Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole”