Eimear Burke & Howard Campbell at Dinas Emrys May 2014

Stephanie and I have just got back from attending the wake in Ireland of Howard Campbell, co-founder of the Kilkenny Druidry College. The love and support surrounding his wife Eimear and their family, from their friends, neighbours and fellow Druids was tangible and profound. Three Castles Rectory, their home and the centre for the College, was filled with warmth and colour, and both the wake and the funeral were held there – with Howard’s grave dug by his children in the small private graveyard that lies by the ruins of the old church beside the house. Howard and Eimear came to the OBOD retreat last year, and we all loved the gentle wisdom and playful joy that emanated from Howard – whether he was discussing Aristotle, reciting a poem, or listening intently. He was a GP, psychotherapist and psychiatrist, who was appointed to set up and develop the Child and Family Consultation Service in Ireland, and he was a Druid and a poet too. Howard will be greatly missed by all who knew him, but he will be remembered with joy through his poetry and writing. Just weeks before he died, he finished two books – ‘On the Trail of Love’ – to be published shortly – and a collection of poetry entitled ‘Darkness Shades So Light Can Be’ which is now available from the Kilkenny Druidry College. Here is a poem from that collection:

Seek Meadows Where Desire Feeds
after Sappho

Leave constricted ways — be as you are
Come to the ease of your full beauty
Rest in the apple orchard of your wild spirit

Grow fresh wild ways in cool moon air
Push love’s roots down deep in the shadow of your
soil
Dream with your fallen leaves sleeping in the earth

Seek meadows where desire feeds
Become the wild May bloom
Waft the allure of your honeyed scent

Medbh take nectar of ease — delicately pour
Fill the beauty of her cup
Mingle
Joy
With
Celebration

Howard Campbell

The WoodHenge carvings are a stunning group of sculptures by Irish artist Veronica Sexton. There are nine figures in the series: Celtic Cross; Human Butterfly; Lady of Light; Male and Female; Mother and Child; Mother Earth; Return to Source; Rising Goddess and Tree of Life.

The carvings took Veronica six years to complete and each contains a wealth of spiritual symbolism from many different cultures. They are all an impressive 3 to 4 metres in height, beautifully carved and decorated with crystals, stones, rocks, glass, painted fabric and 24 carat gold-leaf guilding.

If you visit the WoodHenge Carvings website you will find photos of the sculptures fabulous details with videos about each figure that explain the creative process and symbolism used. I include here a short film of Veronica speaking about her work.

Krish V. Krishnan has produced a wonderful book entitled Rambles into Sacred Realms: Journeys in Pen and Paint.

As the title suggests, the book is a travel journal of both words and images inspired by the author’s own encounters with Sacred Sites around the world, from Stonehenge to Angkor, Delphi to Petra and more. There are twelve beautifully written and illustrated chapters, each exploring a specific site. Krishnan describes these as,

…distillations of my artwork, travel writings, and moments of personal insight, all documenting my travels over a period of thirty years. I’ve lived in these cultures, imbibed their legends and languages, and engaged the services of expert local guides to help me better comprehend and appreciate native perspectives on what makes these places and their experiences so special.

Krish works in a number of mediums: acrylic, watercolour, pastels, pencil and ink, and all convey an intimacy with the spirit of place. You get a real sense of his emotional engagement with these extraordinary sites and because of this, the veil of distance – both topographical and cultural – is lifted on each; they appear deeply familiar, as if the reader is being shown images of magical places once visited many years ago, still vibrant in the memory.

The written encounters that accompany each chapter are also a delight, communicating well how such external pilgrimages can trigger encounters with our own inner worlds. Krish’s words and images are a testament of how these unique places can inspire thoughts and feelings that lead to special insights; the kind of emotional and spiritual shifts that unexpectedly bless us when we are touched by the Sacred in the world.

Krish’s book is available now from his website and Amazon

‘Fully Alive’ A beautiful poem by the extraordinary poet Dawna Markova

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

Dawna Markova

Rodin’s ‘Thinker’

Yesterday I put up a bit of a script from a BBC drama which has provoked some heart-felt comments both here on the blog and on my Facebook page. These got me thinking. Watching the drama on TV with Stephanie we both found the exchange between the two women extremely moving. One woman comforts another woman after a stillbirth by saying that souls want to get to heaven and just need the ‘stepping stone’ of a mum for a brief while. It’s important to know the context. It’s the 18th century – the vicar’s wife has lost her baby. She’s worried that the baby’s soul will not get to heaven because it hasn’t been baptised. The words she hears offer her a completely different way of understanding what has happened. It is a relief and a comfort to her to think her loss might be meaningful – even helpful – rather than meaningless and possibly dangerous for her child’s soul – condemning it to purgatory. Steph and I don’t happen to ‘believe’ either theory – the conventional Christian one or this new take on the soul’s journey. We also – of course – don’t ‘know’ whether either view might actually be correct. Nevertheless it got us thinking and feeling.

One of the things I have realized from posting this excerpt, is how much I prefer to think rather than try to believe or feel I know something. The following example may resonate with you: when you start to research a particular subject, you first of all have that wonderful sense of starting to know more about the topic. But then, if you keep going, you can often seem to start going into reverse – the more you learn, the more you discover competing explanations, new research that contradicts earlier assumptions, and so on. The gift is wonder, and hopefully humility, the risk is confusion or despair! Of course there are ‘facts’ you can discover and hold on to, like rafts floating in the ocean, but even these can be overturned years later by new findings.

The Jain theory of knowledge, Anekant, which states that we cannot absolutely know anything, and instead must be open to ‘multiple viewpoints’, seems sensible to me. Some people say they ‘know’ when what they really mean is that they think or feel, or have an intuition – but by saying they ‘know’ with utter conviction, they confer the status of absolutism on an event in their awareness which is subject to change. It closes the door on the Mystery, the possibility of other options and interpretations. So much for knowing!

And believing? Is belief really necessary? I tried to write about this briefly on my website and annoyingly it is on a page which doesn’t have a URL – but if you go here and click the little arrow on the right, hey presto it will slide sideways and ‘Opening to the Mystery’ will appear!

In the BBC drama Banished, a way of seeing a deeper and positive purpose behind an event which we usually see as deeply sad is proposed. Rather than understanding miscarriages and stillbirths as negative or tragic, Anne – an Irish convict in an Australian penal colony in the eighteenth century – reassures vicar’s wife Mrs Johnson, who has lost many babies after giving birth:

Anne: Tell me what you want to know?
Mrs Johnson: Everything that might help me.
Anne: There are not just the living and the dead, Mrs Johnson. There is the world of the unborn. Millions of souls waiting millions of years to pass on to the Kingdom of Heaven. To them, the unborn, this life is nothing. It is a river they must cross to reach the other side, to reach the Kingdom of Heaven. So they want this life, this river to be as short as possible. To the unborn, a woman like you is heaven-sent. You give birth to them, they die within minutes, and before they know, they are with the angels in Heaven. For the unborn you are the ideal mother, Mrs Johnson, and your children are eternally grateful. Do not grieve or blame yourself in any way. Instead, Mrs Johnson, rejoice! Is that not comforting?
Mrs Johnson: Yes. But it is heresy Anne.
Anne: To say the Earth is round was heresy once.

I’m aware this is an extremely sensitive issue, and ‘cold’ on the page it seems less powerful, but when viewed on television as a conversation between two women, Stephanie and I found it deeply moving – perhaps because it radically reframes an event which is so upsetting. It’s a provocative idea, and may raise more questions than it answers, but if reframing comforts, does it need to be ‘True’?

In my last post I mentioned that fracking is uneconomical. If you haven’t come across the flamboyant (and rather stressed-out looking) Max Keiser and his financial analyses, have a look at these two clips – the first from August 2014, the second more recently – from March 2015. If you want more, see a list of his videos on fracking here:

It’s very simple. Fracking is dirty, dangerous, and actually uneconomical (see – for example – here)

In Britain the people won’t let it happen. And the politicians now know it.

You can feel the energy and the magic behind the anti-fracking movement here:

I’ve just finished reading the poet and novelist Adam Thorpe’s book On Silbury Hill. His language, and the way he weaves the cloth of this book, is simply spell-binding. You could say the work is part exploration of the sacred landscape of Wiltshire, part personal memoir, part musings and meditations on the peculiar place we as a society find ourselves in today, but that does little justice to this inspired contribution to literature designed to uplift and feed the human soul. No wonder it was featured as a BBC ‘Book of the Week’ last summer. Adam Thorpe starts and finishes, and keeps coming back, to the subject of his book’s title – Silbury Hill – revealing ever deeper and broadening resonances and connections – doing what William Blake urged us to do: ‘To see eternity in a grain of sand’. He shows how the contemplation of a pile of earth in the Wiltshire fields can lead to any time, and any place.

Here’s just a short excerpt. After meeting some Pagans celebrating Samhain at West Kennet Long Barrow: “That night in bed, mind racing from my few hours in the parallel country of pagan enchantment that has never really gone away – like a guardian of the island’s damaged fabric – I picture Silbury’s great chalk-white hulk as it was back then, as sometimes we can glimpse it now when the grass is covered by snow.” Read more about it here.

I have had the pleasure of listening to Kate Fletcher’s solo album, Fruit. Many will know Kate from her regular appearances at the OBOD Gathering Eisteddfod.

Fruit acknowledges Kate’s roots in the folk tradition but has a modern, fresh approach with a mix of traditional folk pieces and self-penned songs. The whole album has a personal, intimate feel to it; Kate’s clear, pure voice rings through giving emotional life to sensitive lyrics and lovely melodies; her lively guitar is interspersed with subtle and unusual instrumentation that adds

Kate and her musician partner Corwen

atmosphere to the traditional folk pieces, whilst nicely colouring and supporting Kate’s original songs. There is a paring back of instrumentation in the treatment of the traditional renditions that gives them both space and energy; this approach means that these pieces seamlessly blend in the running with Kate’s own beautiful songs, illustrating how the spirit of a folk song evolves with the artist and, in doing so, becomes both timeless and modern.

Fruit is well-worth a listen. You can read a little more about Kate, listen to extracts of her music and buy a copy of the CD from here on her website. Kate’s album is also available for download from CDBaby Amazon and AppleiTunes.