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Wily Wotan…

Posted on November 20, 2019 by

* Determined to retake the mead of poetry from, the Giant’s who had stolen it, Odin, The High God, disguises himself as one of them… * He calls himself, ‘The Evil One’. * All the Jotunn have those sort of … Continue reading →

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Stone of the Night…

Posted on November 19, 2019 by

* You are a passenger… You stay under glass… You are driven through the city’s ripped back-sides. You leave the city’s ripped back-sides on a road which snakes through low, rough, foothills. Far on the horizon a solitary fin-shaped peak … Continue reading →

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Hunting the Moon…

Posted on November 18, 2019 by

* We thought we would get there early, to soak up the atmosphere, and await the fall of night… * Continue reading at France and Vincent

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Time Bleed…

Posted on November 10, 2019 by

* … “Stratford Strange Day!” “I don’t know what you mean?” “Well, the first thing was our conversation before we’d even properly decided we were going to Stratford…” “Which one?” “Statues!” “Oh, that one. It didn’t strike me as particularly … Continue reading →

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Wen’s World…

Posted on November 8, 2019 by

* …The weather is being unkind again. There are other reasons this time, however, for our sense of anticipation for the first of the Glastonbury talks being perhaps less enthusiastic than it might be. The intrusion of Christmas left little … Continue reading →

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Liminal

Posted on October 17, 2019 by

Green rocks flower; A warm wind Out of season Rustles winter boughs As Nature’s quiet spirit Murmurs of spring. We listen. Following ancient harmony, The deep song blossoms A secret path Between worlds Through dusk to dawn.

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Perspectives in stone

Posted on October 14, 2019 by

It is not every day that you get a graphic demonstration of one of the mysteries of the ancient world, especially not in your own garden. Or, in this case, your son’s. But that was exactly what we got when … Continue reading →

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Bally’s Tale: Treasure of Tara…

Posted on October 9, 2019 by

* …Many years later, in the reign of Art-mac-Conn, at the festival of Samhuin, the Master Poets came to the feast, as was their custom, and they brought their tablets of poetry with them… * When king Art saw the … Continue reading →

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Bally’s Tale: Apple and Yew…

Posted on October 8, 2019 by

* …Afterwards the same uncanny man went to the south and accosted Elaine as she was resting from her travels in a sun-trap. “From whence do you come and where are you heading, unknown?” said Elaine. “From the mouth of … Continue reading →

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The Tale of Bally-mac-Buan…

Posted on October 7, 2019 by

* Bally ‘sweet-speech’ the renowned story teller secretly arranged to tryst with Elaine, daughter of king Fergus. The one from Ulster, the other from Leinster… Both set out to meet at Ross-na-Ree on the south side of the river Boyne. … Continue reading →

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