Myth, Medicine and Magic

What a deep and beautiful experience the Myth, Medicine and Magic retreat was. Seven days of storytelling, harvesting and enjoying plant medicine, powerful meditations and mindful movement all set within the potent landscape of the Scottish highlands. Surrounded by ancient wells, standing stones, burial sites and ruined forts, the land itself reached into every one…

Ways into story

The old storytellers, the myth tellers lived their stories: they ate them up like pumpkin pie, full of the creeping tendrils of the vine, the sweet floral cages of the bees, the leaves in turn wilting and reinvigorated with the sun’s passing. They drank them down like honey mead rich with the pungent scent of…

The Handless Maiden

from the Grimms A CERTAIN miller had little by little fallen into poverty, and had nothing left but his mill and a large apple-tree behind it. Once when he had gone into the forest to fetch wood, an old man stepped up to him whom he had never seen before, and said, “Why dost thou…

Growing down

There’s a marvelous power in feeling rooted: a delicious upsurge of creative energy, a sense of self-authority, an expansiveness. I believe we miss ~ somewhere in our deepest psyche ~ being trees. I think we’re also confused about the idea of being rooted. I don’t think it means necessarily that we have to live in…

Sheelagh’s Day

Yesterday, March 17th, was St Patrick’s Day, which honours a Christian saint who amongst other things drove the snakes out of Ireland (more on this later). Today, the 18th of March is Sheelagh’s Day: another Irish celebration though shared by other Celtic and North Eastern Atlantic peoples. Sheelagh’s Day, or the Day of the Hag,…