Nine Waves

When does one wave end and another begin? I have always felt let down after Pantheacon. That first day back at my fairly colorless job, no one to share the insights, highs, and shenanigans of the weekend, my friends scattered to the four winds yet again, is always hard. This year I took the rest … Continue reading Nine Waves


  Yew. Deep peace of the Grove. Silence in the back of my head. Like the Druid’s tonsure, forbidden at Whitby. When the Wild Celtic Church was tamed, Rome had its way at last. Or did it? The Yews still stand in churchyards. Ancient, filled with silence. The deep peace of the grave is not … Continue reading Yew

The Shape of Now

  “Travellers don’t know where they’re going. Tourists don’t know where they’ve been.”   –Hostel wall, Inverness I still don’t know why I’m on this journey, and though much of it was carefully planned, the actual shape of it is still unfolding. My journal is packed to bursting, as is my heart and my mind, … Continue reading The Shape of Now