Tarot for the Year 2017 – The First Half

Tarot for the Year 2017 – The First Half

It has become a tradition (in my head) for me to do a draw of tarot cards in order to gain some foresight into the direction that my spiritual journey may take in the coming year. Each year I leave the decision regarding the tarot deck and the layout to Fate. Fate never lets me down. Whichever of my guides is operating as Fate seems to allow me some miraculous information. This year the deck is the “Druidcraft Tarot“. The layout follows The Wheel of the Year marking the eight energy high points, but in addition there are three central cards dealing with three aspects which emerged from intuition as pertinent queries:- What is the nature of my spirit guide? What is the guiding principle governing the year’s work? What will the outcome of the...

Imbolc 2017 – P3 – Sing the Song of The Raven

Imbolc 2017 – P3 – Sing the Song of The Raven

In the third and final part of my Imbolc story I am making my way towards a new stone circle in the area of Penmaenmawr in North Wales. The sky is blue, and I’m excited about the possibility of seeing a new circle. In fact, as I’m walking I’m wondering why Kal and I never went to the two other stone circles in this area – we only ever went to The Druid’s Circle and the cairn circles nearby. Nevertheless I’m following the new directive – “Fresh start – New ground” to the letter. I’m on a path which I’ve never trodden before on the opposite side of a valley which I have seen many times but never walked. I walked down the hill from the impressive standing stone, being glad to have gravity aiding...

Imbolc 2017 – P2 – Fresh start and new ground

Imbolc 2017 – P2 – Fresh start and new ground

In the second Imbolc story I am heading out towards the many cairn circles which are dotted along the North Wales Path beyond the Druid’s Circle at Penmaenmawr. Although I had found one of them before, there were others farther afield which I now wanted to visit. I also had in mind that I might have time to walk thought the Tal-Y-Fan pass to visit the stone circle and cromlech on the Rowen side of the hills. I soon reached the first of the cairn circles. It was one I had visited before and was close to the main stone circle. I stood with my oak staff, wondering how best to approach. I let my intuition decide which way round I should walk, and I found that I was standing next to a stone upon which there were three lines carved deeply and clearly in parallel....

Imbolc 2017 – P1 – Bright beginnings

Imbolc 2017 – P1 – Bright beginnings

And so the year comes around again. Imbolc is the start of the fire festivals of the old calendar, and for me it is the start of Spring and the end of Winter. It’s when we see the first glimmers of new growth and it marks the start of the lambing season. I decided to go out by myself this time. I much prefer working alone on some of these special days, and especially when I want to be truly open to the possibilities. I sometimes feel that when two or more people are involved the full significance of events and the branch options which are available can be constricted, and so valuable lessons may be lost. Certainly when I look back at the events of this Imbolc, that is most definitely the case. I doubt whether Kal or anyone else I know would have gone with...

2016 Summary of the Year

2016 Summary of the Year

In this post I want to bring together some of the themes of the year, and associate key posts with those themes. Together they forms a description of my spiritual year for 2016. THEME 1 – Taliesin: bardic work, light, awen and courage. IMBOLC: Brigid at Derbyshire sites such as Gawton’s Well. I experienced the re-kindling of my spiritual flame. I felt the bursting of an embryonic bag of light using the awen of Taliesin – this powered me to begin to write my first book. I discovered the courage to get back into spiritual work after Kal’s death. Imbolc 2016 P1 Bursting the Bag of Light AUTUMN: Taliesin and the Uneasy Chair or Cadair Idris. This was another ‘bardic episode’ where the awen flowed, and poetry emerged. Not for a long...