Bloggers Bash 2017 – an update

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I spoke to the hotel we are using for this year’s Bash and they told me they are calling it ‘An International Blogging Conference’.

Super cool, eh? Though the Boss, Her Sachaness , wants ‘Bash’ because, well, she does so that’s that then.

Anyhoo I’m here for three reasons:

One… So why haven’t you bought you ticket yet? You know who you are. The one at the back looking sheepish. Yes, you Lozenge Minor. I mean you. Stop mewling boy and buy your ticket. Of course you’ll enjoy it. It’s made of ice cream, like last year’s Bash only with added sprinkles. And fairy dust.

For all the Lozenge Minors out there, tickets cost £10 each and can be purchased by clicking here.

Two, nominations have closed and we’ve had LOADS… I mean they can be seen from space they are so HUGE…

Some of you puppies have been…

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The Feathered Seer – Part 2 (or when foxes come out)

Not easily forgotten!

Shamanic Paths

Many foxes…
Copyright: MJ Heritage @ Mr Fox

Fast forward a year to the “Leaf and Flame: the Foliate Man” weekend. The directors of the Silent Eye (a modern mystery school), not really knowing what they might be letting themselves in for, honoured me with a request to present one of the exploration sessions.

These punctuate the weekend, expanding on themes weaving through the tapestry of the unfolding story driving the ritual elements. To say that I was intrigued, that a thread involving Spirit Animals could find its way into the 2016 retelling of the story of Gawain and the Green Knight, would be an understatement.

The outline of the exploration was drafted in my head by December, re-drafted by January, fiddled around the edges in February, and completely forgotten by March. The work-book arrived sometime in April. Under normal circumstances, I’d have had opportunity to read through…

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Notes from a small dog – On duty

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

There’s something wrong with the two-legs. She’s not broken exactly, but she’s not working right. I keep having to remind her about impotant things… like my dinner.  ‘Off colour’ she calls it… I thought that only happened to the fish when they go weird, but no. This time she’s right…she is a funny colour.

Normally my two-legs is sort of pale pink. Well, she calls it pink. I wouldn’t … more like an earthworm or that pastry stuff she makes. By this time of year she is normally browning nicely with the sun, but well… she’s looking more sort of undercooked at present. Most of the time anyway.

Till evening comes and she gets weirder…

It’s not the heating…she turned that off ages ago, even though it isn’t very warm yet. I was glad about that though, ’cause it was playing havoc with my spring moult, you know… hair falling…

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