Folklore
The Host of the Unforgiven Dead. An original Samhain fireside tale drawn from Scottish and Irish folk belief. The old man waited until the last of us had come inside before he spoke. Rain shone on the shoulders of our coats, and the youngest child was still stamping water from
Folklore faith and the childhood custom of guising. For those of us brought up with Scottish guising in the 1950s, there was a difference between collecting a sweet and earning one. You had to give a turn. It might be a joke, a song, a recited poem or a tune
Walking With Nature
The Spirit of Place in Celtic Landscapes
Sharing my interests in wildlife, nature, folklore and tales through writing, journal extracts, photography, videos and podcasts.
The landscapes, experiences and traditions that have shaped my lifelong relationship with the natural world.
A reflective essay on archetypes, Awen, the dark feminine, initiation, and the birth of the bardic voice. * Read my earlier post with tale first please. https://daviddegernier.substack.com/p/cerridwen
The Cauldron of Inspiration
Less can be more
Why Myths, Folktale and story-telling still matter
Namioto 波音
“A World War 2 Nissan hut transformed into one of Orkney’s most moving places of beauty, faith and reconciliation.” Set on the small island of Lamb Holm and reached by way of the Churchill Barriers, the Italian Chapel is one of Orkney’s most memorable historic sites. It was
Monomyth
Gaelic Sìdh Chailleann, meaning "Fairy Hill of the Caledonians"
The search for awe, awen and honing my craft.
Old James Old James stands at the bottom of his garden, leaning his tall, stooped body against the gate. The beam from the lighthouse intermittently reveals his face. His hair, white and fine, reaches down to his collar. His soft blue eyes, hooded by bushy eyebrows, look over the western