Absent from the desert, I await your return....

Now, in a little valley nestled in the mountains in the west of Ireland, I had started to smile without knowing why, and I started to dream of the tomorrows that await me.
Borne on the unburdened laughter of a group of distant friends and the gentle companionship of an inquisitive but confused stag, i feel the unrequited love of a childless father, the purposeful acceptance of a lonely death foreseen by the last druid and embrace the selfless pain endured by a soul set free, but bound by empathy.

My heart was lifted up through the darkness and through spirits grace given back to me.
For another moment in my life, I felt whole.

My Pre-Burn Ritual

Before i light my wicks I always

Kneel down and place my forehead on the earth and i ask it to watch over me
I think about the fire and respect its power, danger and beauty
I then dedicate my dance to the spirits, and ask them to dance with me
I clear my mind, focus my eyes only on my staff, think only of the flame, and move....