Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
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.
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”
Sweating stress from a heavy day at the office, as I walk into my garden there is that immediate relief of being enclosed by one’s hearth and home. My little boy is away at his father’s tonight, so there is an itchy emptiness, but… Continue Reading “Friday 13th, Lucky for Some”
And strange little holes that had to be investigated with torches. This one, formed by part of an ancient pipe, held about a dozen snails, sheltering from the sunny spell.
Blackbirds at Twilight Calling, indignant, Get out of my space This is my place I perch at the edge The edge of worlds The edge of all things Guarding the boundary I am Druid Dubh But hear me now For you are still For you respect For you listen and understand Try to connect; My angry shout… Continue Reading “Blackbirds at Twilight”
…Atlantis fell, and crumbled into the Ocean floor. All the power drained away, and the Dolphins realised they were free; no more working the generators, or counting the coins that were passed from fin to fin to ensure the power flowed, like the water… Continue Reading “When the Dolphins ran out of Electricity…”