I’ve just spent a few days with my mum in Belgium. And I learned something about my dad I never quite realised before. If my dad had had the chance, if he hadn’t had to give up all of his independence to Multiple Sclerosis, he would have been an organic fruit farmer. The fruit farmer bit [...]

In Harrow, my roots are well established. I know the texture and feel of the earth. I am acquainted with the spirits who guards the land, and I intimately know the spirit of that soil. I call her the Mother Clay. She is generous and forgiving, she holds and nurtures so much: a great city, [...]

Today is Westacre Day minus 200, and this week exciting things have happened. Things to make me dream and plot and plan and really get into the spirit of things. I bought two books about permaculture and related things. One is huge and scary and implies that I need to know about things like phosphates and [...]

The flowers in the garden were just waiting for some warm weather to show their colours. In the last week we’ve gained elder flowers, roses, and yellow flag irises. And those buttercups shine their golden faces to the sun. This is what I call the flower tide of the year, the time when our plans [...]

Things have been slacking a bit around here. Ever since I got back from that awesome OBOD camp, my spiritual practice has been lacking in consistency. Especially getting out there on time in the mornings before work has been hard. So I promised myself that after last night’s new-moon-with-solar-eclipse, I would start doing it right again. [...]

Imagine camping in the rain, in a muddy field, for a cold week late in April. Sixty odd people living closely together, seeking shelter from the wet. Imagine a central fire that turns into a central water feature after 36 hours of incessant rain. Imagine sucking mud, and boots that start to all look the [...]

One of my passions in life is ritual. Couldn’t do without it.  Being in a Sacred Circle, present to every movement of Spirit, balances, heals and inspires me. Ritual. It’s an interesting word. It has a certain flavour to it, heady and dangerous. I resisted the word for years, preferring to call what I do ‘ceremony’. [...]

Here is the truth: sometimes I lose my spiritual connection. It usually happens when my routine is disrupted for some reason. Going away from home always does it. Going to stay with my mother in Belgium for a week always stops my spiritual practice dead. Being without my usual room, or my garden, it just [...]

An important part of my soul resides at Slieve na Calliagh in Ireland. I have only been there once, but I met my Goddess there and over the years it has become a place I visit regularly in meditations and journeys. Slieve na Cailliagh is a passage cairn that is aligned to the sunrise at the [...]