Winter Solstice Sunrise is the first chant that I ever wrote before I wrote any songs. Sometime in 1981 (I was 19 or 20 years old) I started realizing that I could write music and not just reproduce it (I had been singing and playing music since I was a child) when I was asked …
In this, the Dark time of the year, I chose to write about something we all will face. As I age, I contemplate that day when Lady Death will stretch out Her hands to me. Not the skeletal hands of crude illustrations from the Middle Ages, but the warm, calloused, welcoming hands of an old …
Thank you for the invitation to share the background story of one of my songs. On this occasion, I have chosen Soul Journey written and created within my private stone fire circle on my land. As the lyrics convey “I lie in my nemeton circle serene, in a blanket of stillness and web of my …
The traditional date in Australia for Imbolc is the 1st of August and Spring Equinox/Ostara is the 23rd of September. We are coming to the time of the year for new beginnings and a time of balance and I find myself meditating on what I will bring into my life in the coming months and …
It’s 1997, and I’m standing naked, with my wife and guitar, on a stage a few feet above 800 naked sunbathers, and I’m about to make an announcement that will change my life. “Thank you all so much for listening! We’re Gaia Consort. See you soon!” Little did I know…. We’d done plenty of the …
Heeding the Call The last time I was in Ireland was with an Emerald Rose bus tour. We drove by a sign that said “To Conor Pass,” and I felt drawn to it for some inexplicable reason. The following day I rented a bicycle and decided to find out what was calling me. My …
Power I want to relay first, how thrilled I was Alane asked me to be a part of this and to write a few of my thoughts down. Of course, then reality came crashing down, with a strong whiff of imposter syndrome following behind it. Part of me assumes that is the life of every …
I have to stand quietly in the glorious gently swaying fields of old John Barleycorn as he reflects the Spectacular golden light of the magic sun. His time has come! His life and sacrifice will once again stay in us all. This is my time of year, a Leo born 3rd of August 1955, is …
As a child I loved playing in the monsoon rains of my childhood home of Colorado, splashing in the puddles and helping the earth worms back to their dark earthy homes after they were washed out onto the street. As an adult I have also run out into the spring rain with joyful thankfulness and …
The first three words of the song that I wrote called High Summer comes from a poem a friend of mine wrote years ago. “High summer reigns…” and then her poem continues. The poem inspired me to write about my own experience of summer and the festivals that I attended like Pagan Spirit Gathering (in …
