Ravens & Am Buachaille at Sandwood Bay

Soooo … we hiked out to Sandwood Bay in Sutherland, Scotland, for an overnight wildcamp. The weather forecast had given us 18 hours so we decided to go for it and the walk out was gorgeous,...

Lyke ways and Corpse roads

From Ancient Wisdom, on Ley Lines I grew up with old ways, spirit ways, death roads all around me and in the village where we lived we used them in the old ways too. the...

Ancient Devon Tradition

Long ago – but still happening now – and far away (well relatively speaking!) the ancient practice of Cow Drumming began in the wilds of Exmoor. This is a modern-day example. You can see just...

Midsummer Turning of the Year

Today the sun moves on Three days he has stood still Rising at the same point on the horizon While the two kings wrestle Oak has been the guardian Caring for the Lady Since the...

The Mother’s Blanket

High up The road goes on Over the cliff of nowhere Into the lands of everywhere The Mother’s blanket Blue and white and grey Hangs over all Giving the water of life Land Songs Series ©...

Being Human – Human Being

A lovely breath of fresh air … Celtic Earth Spirit talking about Human Seekings, Human Doings, Human Beings they really have got the handle on this – read more here … The Oxford Dictionary defines ‘Pagan’ as...

Lady & Lord in Herefordshire

In what’s now called the Golden Valley are two little churches, either side of the Dwr river , Turnastone and Vowchurch. When the Normans arrived here sometime after 1066 they misinterpreted this Welsh word dŵr,...

Blackthorn Ceridwen

Blackthorn flowers before the leaves come and may flower as early as Imbolc, especially now climate change and global warming are well underway. The two British thorn trees, blackthorn and whitethorn (otherwise known as the...

Bridey’s Flower: a blog for Imbolc

In my end is my beginning … Eliot again, now at Imbolc as at Samhain. And now again, the story ends and the story begins, turning and cycling round the seasons. Hiding in the bushes...

Bridey’s Worm

Driving up to Cheshire last week we knew the moles had woken up, molehills everywhere, yards and yards and yards of them, in every field and even along the grass at the edges of the...

Robin Song

Sometimes the simple call of a bird transports me across worlds, to another time, a memory time … I’m suddenly back 50-odd years, walking a lane in deep midwinter, snow piled up along the hedgerows,...

3 Kings Night

Big day for us here today, with lots of biodynamics to do. We’ve spent the past 11 days stirring Prep 500 (horn manure) each day … one day for each month of the coming year...

Ancient Calendars

Today is what we modern folk call new year’s eve but that is such a new invention, indeed the Gregorian calendar which we currently use dates from 1582, a mere 435 years ago! The idea...

Night of the Mothers

It’s old, old, old. It’s the eve of sun-return, the 24th of December, that the Christians now call Christmas eve. It’s the night the mothers come together to rebirth the sun. I was thirteen when...

Midwinter: Telling the Bees

This lovely little piece comes from Save the Bees Australia. “At least twice in our short history #honeybees have attended their #beekeepers#funerals. In 1934, when Sam Rogers died in Shropshire, England, his bees paid their farewell at...

Arthur’s Stone

I live near one of the places called Arthur’s Stone. It’s on one of the long ridges that run roughly northwest/southeast along the ancient glacial tracts that swept this region of what is now Herefordshire...