I’ve been doing a lot of reading and contemplating about our primal archetypes, the ones that are so ancient and so universal that they show up nearly everywhere. Most cultures worshiped a life-giving Mother and some kind of vegetation God. As a card-carrying member of the Reformed Druids of North America (RDNA), it makes perfect […]
Great bookstore score this weekend! I found Jean Markale’s Merlin: Priest of Nature at our wonderful Haunted Bookshop–and I devoured it. It will get re-read, probably numerous times, so I don’t feel too bad about speeding my way through. Maybe I knew instinctively there was a puzzle piece in there that I had been searching
I’ve been working with a batch of Songwriting Mastery students, playing with chords a LOT. This chord progression came up for me after a lesson, and something in it really grabbed me. My soul sister Laura had been out walking with her squeeze one night, and he asked her, “Is that moon half full or
I’ve been tossing the B-word around here quite a bit, ancient Bards, Bardism, Bardic arts . . . And I feel a need to offer a definition of what this word means to me and why I am adopting it. A Bard is generally agreed to be someone who is of a creative nature, a
Laura and I had spent my birthday in Chicago, and were headed home. It was snowing pretty hard, big, heavy flakes turning to water as soon as they hit the ground. We took Highway 88 back toward Iowa, taking it easy, knowing we needed to use some caution. About an hour outside Chicago, we began
All matter is made up of energy. Not just generic, dull, garden variety energy, but excitingly vibrating strands of life-force straight from the Source of All. It’s the stuff we’re made of. It’s the stuff we live in. It’s the stuff we breathe and eat. To quote Sir Terry Pratchett, from his book Soul Music,
