Greetings people of the world,The sun shines on Belfast City, and apparently I'm "Leaving the Herd Behind' as I sip a cappuccino laced with medicinal mushrooms at Black Sheep Coffee.It's ironic, as I write to share about an exciting new development,...

Greetings from the Emerald Isle,I have been on Irish soil for only 3 nights, but it fees much longer.Within an hour of arriving in Dublin, I heard of the Gaelic concept of 'D'an', a kind of 'soul dreaming' whilst in conversation with the magnificent...

Greetings good people, The sun is shining, spring is springing and I have a range of online and in-person storytelling events throughout the spring...starting tonight!Spring Equinox & the Gift of FireSpring equinox is a threshold. Winter makes wa...

Warm greetings, It's early March and the sap is rising. I find myself setting projects in motion, each day a different creative spark needs tending. Some near, some far, some online, some theatre, some fireside, some wolves, some salmon, some plants....

Warm greetings and Happy Imbolc, Snowdrops and crocuses burst from the earth and the promise of spring is carried in the birdsong.As I return from Marrakesh, I've found myself finally inspired release a new podcast episode....after a 9 month hiatus!...

Greetings Friends and Happy new year!I write from the magical melee of Marrakesh. Today, I have chosen a calm morning over the chaos of winding streets, bustling market squares, and a storytelling festival with over 100 guest storytellers. The square...

Greetings story lovers, We're deep into December, and after Sunday I will have no more storytelling events until 2025. What a year it's been!December always feels like a tussle between the impulse to hibernate, social gatherings, and festive prep.I'v...

Greetings story lovers, We descend into the depths of winter, the nights are long, dreams are lucid, and Wham are on the radio with ever increasing frequency.I find myself wrapping up loose ends, to leave the year in a clear way, whilst plotting ahea...

Greetings all, I write on a bright November day as Salmon leap in the River Tweed that runs through my town. I'm enjoying a sense of space after the busyness of October Storytelling festivals and Samhain. As the year slips towards midwinter, rest and...

Greetings Friends, The leaves are turning on the trees here in Scotland, the land a rusty palette of ochre, red and gold. Samhain draws near and the veil grows thin. The Scottish International Storytelling Festival is underway and will characterise t...