Journal

So now, as the Maiden form of the Goddess whispers to us of hope and new beginnings at the festival of Imbolc, it is on a cold February morning that you are invited to step o...

Its berries are red as a maiden's lip, Its leaves are of changeless green; And any thing changeless now, I wis, Is somewhat rare to be seen. The holly, which fall and frost h...

  “What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness” — John Steinbeck     With winter no longer a distant prospect, I have pul...

As the leaves begin to lose their grip and fall away, the autumn fruits of the hedgerows ripen and are ready to be found and foraged. Rowan, Blackthorn, Hawthorn, Elderberri...

Indoors, we tend to use only two senses, our eyes and our ears. Outside is where we can smell the flowers, taste the fresh air, look at the changing colours of the trees, hea...

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe. John Muir, 1911   etting out for a sliver of the John Muir Way last...

Take a course of good water and air, and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you... John Muir When I began...

On my first trip to New Zealand I had the pleasure of taking a dip in the warm waters of the Waiotapu hot springs (literally “sacred waters” in the Māori language). It was t...