Two massive events are making waves in my soul’s world. One is a joyous thing. The other is a strong thing and a painful thing, and one of which it is hard to write.
Merrivale is a complex of Bronze Age megalithic monuments on the west side of Dartmoor in Britain, including a double stone row of approximately 250m length, a stone circle and an imposing 3.8m standing stone. You can read more about it here.The image above is a version of the photograph here – I’ve tried to… Continue reading Merrivale
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.
As some of you may have noticed, December saw a flurry of attention for the poem ‘Sometimes a Wild God.’ I’m really not sure quite what happened, but I know that facebook was heavily involved. The site went from getting about 250 views each week to almost 20,000 just before Christmas. Yes, 20,000. Thankfully, we’re… Continue reading Wild God trails and half-world journeys
It’s time for this year’s Advent Fair at the South Devon Steiner School at Dartington. I don’t imagine there’s an Advent Fair like it in the country – do come along, if you’re about. We’ll be the ones with The Hermitage stall…
Busy days. The busiest. I can’t quite believe that it’s October and yet, also, I am utterly delighted that Autumn has come. I’m craving the darkening evenings and the sweet scents of decay like a man who has been living in a desert. My soul is so hungry, I could eat my own liver. There’ll… Continue reading Busy-ness and the promise of Sound.
This is a piece of my writing that appears in the latest Dark Mountain collection along with Sometimes a Wild God – I’m posting it here as a taster of what you can find in the book, which is being launched in Liverpool on Saturday 15th September. Do go along to the launch if you… Continue reading Nettle-Eater