Weaving the World – the making of an album.

The day is here and I’m holding a box full of CDs. They wink back up at me, folded sides showing their name, my name and Rick’s, telling of their creation. I am lost for words and feeling a surge of welling emotion. This is the result of a journey I started three years ago….

Eostre

I stand on the steep slope of the Edge.Greet the hills around me,one by one by name.Welcome the warmth of the sun above,feeling its touch on my bodyand settle myself down into my scrapeto slowly scan the land below. I am here again and so are all the others.Buzzard arrives first.Flying low over the ruins…