In which Tom has had a dream of a new edition of Sometimes a Wild God; old-new words; and his son learns to say ‘Baba Yaga…’
Out onto the moor today. In the midst of all the busy-ness, the prospect of putting miles of moorland under my feet and acres of clear sky in my eyes gladdens my heart like the homecoming that it is, ‘though greater, when I’m out with the skylarks, the buzzards and the long grass. I’ll sing… Continue reading Tuesday, moor-day.
These are busy days. I don’t think I’ve ever had less time to myself, to write and walk and wonder at it all. It’s not all bad, this busy-ness, though, not by any means.
A quick pointer this morning towards this excellent post by Martin Shaw on the EarthLines blog. Budding story-carriers, myth-tellers and wild exponents of full-immersion-living should take note and get out onto the land… … Continue reading
A while ago – I forget when – I gave you a heads-up about the Time project, of which I am part, under the auspices of the Lazy Gramophone Collective. I linked you to this video – I’ve put it down there below, too – which features some of the words of the strange, possibly… Continue reading Five of my favourite things…
Spark Magazine – ‘at the heart of the alternative Westcountry’ – featured Rima and I in their Spring edition, in an article about storytelling.