Photo by Ivana Cajina on Unsplash I’ve been circling my grief for a long time. I’ve spoken about it. I’ve written about it. I’ve shown up at grief rituals. I’ve wept and shouted and raged in woodland ceremonies, touched the edges of the losses I’ve experienced in my life and occasionally been brought to my … Continue reading Pushing through solid rock
In the midst of this remarkable transitional phase of my life, as I slowly and carefully unwrap the layers of meaning that encapsulate the end of the most significant love relationship of my adult life, I find a vast panoply of thoughts, feelings and emotions which in some sense have been held static for a … Continue reading Initiation
The purpose of my vision quest last September was to perform a ceremony whereby I would initiate myself into full adulthood. Rites of passage is a familiar concept for most people in our culture, but nonetheless we tend to underplay the importance of ceremonially marking life’s big transitions. We take for granted that at various … Continue reading A Band of Brothers
Deep in your heart you know whether or not you want to experience a Wilderness Quest. Already you feel the ancient stirrings within you. The time has come. You must go into the wilderness, to the breast of Mother Earth, and seek vision, understanding and strength for yourself and for your people.
Beneath the oak tree Your wild life ended And mine began. We heard the shot ring out As we stood beside the pool Where a girl had once drowned. Her father left this place To rust and fallow And this is how we found you. Barbed wire caught In your antlers tangled Like a crown … Continue reading Beneath the oak tree
Two weeks ago I went to Spirit Horse on the edge of Snowdonia to take part in a deep nature connection course called The Descent – an incredible experience I’m still trying to process. Two months ago I spent a day and a night in a wild place in southern Portugal engaged in a self-created … Continue reading Soulcraft
I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections. And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly, that I am ill. I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep emotional self, and the wounds to the self take a long, long time, only time can help and patience, … Continue reading The Descent