Since our first album was released on Beltane last year, I have been writing songs constantly and a whole new album called ‘The Ancestor in Me’ is now being recorded. If the songs on ‘Weaving the World’ were love songs to the land, then this second album is for the ancestors. It tells stories of…
Tag: Nature
Finding Beauty – A Year of Nature Outside Your Door.
Well they are here and I did say in my blog last week that I’d be jumping with joy and I am. The books have arrived back from the printers just in the nick of time for Christmas, but like my dog are for any and all times of the year! ‘Finding Beauty – A…
‘Finding Beauty’ the new book is almost ready. Here’s what’s been going on for me this year…
This was just going to be a blog about my soon to be released new book ‘Finding Beauty – A Year of Nature Outside Your Door.’ I was going to be showing you pictures of the boxes of books, photos from inside it, telling you where you could buy it, it was all going to…
Abundance
Coming into the Old Cemetery through the lychgate today, I’m greeted by a sea of purple. Everywhere I look flowers are out and open to insects greedily feasting on summers nectar. Close to the ground the grass is dotted with tiny selfheal (Prunella vulgaris) plants. Their violet blue petals branching out around the purple bracts…
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….
Time
Time All time is an illusion.Elastic and springy. It It is here and now in endless momentsbouncing back at unexpected points,to punctuate our lives with memory.Slipping and sliding in dark folds and creasesas it moves all around us. In deep time the earth shifts,imperceptibly, in tiny increments of space.Tectonic plates rubbing andbruising the faces of…
Old Man Lime
For years I’ve been visiting the ancient trees up on Wenlock Edge. There are many beautiful trees up there but some particular specimens are even more unusual and special than most. Hidden off a path on the secret, lower slopes of the Edge are two such trees, both venerable pollarded limes. The first one just…
January
Long Forest stretches out. A green sleeve reaching over the arm of the Edge. Here, I am drawn repeatedly into its folds. Slithering down animal tracks. Entering its secret spaces. That sweet spot where my human body is shed once more. Beneath me the feel of the land shifts. I am lighter, more agile. Feet…
The Beginning.
The mist made a mockery of the world. Disappeared the familiar routes. Turned the roads into a mystery of unseeing, cloaking everything in muffled silence. I lost my way, or it lost me. All sense of reference gone. Found myself in another place. Ancient, mercurial, liminal, tricky. I turned around. Followed my heart. Inched the…
Dress
She was told to be quiet,to keep out of trouble.Not to retaliate to the bullies.Not to question the teacher. Don’t stand out.Don’t challenge.Keep your head down.‘Quiet as a mouse.’ Other girls could do it,Why couldn’t she? ‘Come down from that tree’Her mother scolded. But the voice inside her head,Would not keep silent,She asked questions.She didn’t…
Sun and Moon
I draw the curtains to a monochrome morning. Water and sky merged to a pale hue. Indistinguishable and perfectly blended. The reed heads droop in defeat. Weighed down by heavy feathered fronds. As seeping droplets penetrate everything. I wait patiently for the mist to clear. Gaze out into the wetlands to the swan on his…
Greeting the morning.
The night had been star clear, Venus bright, Full moon just waning. The pure, blue heat of yesterday’s sun a memory now, as I woke to find frost. The lawn below, heavy dewed, jewel studded, with glistening droplets. Up to the Edge then? Yes, of course. Walking out into that early, secret time. The earth…
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