A magical end to a magical year

I ended 2018 sat on a Bronze Age barrow atop Old Winchester Hill, reading The Wolf and the Whale, my version of the Norse myth of Skadi and Njord, to a flock of sheep and a pair of Red Kites circling above. 2018, a magical year where many ancestral doors opened up going back more than 1000 years; a year where I dreamed my rune set into being, birthed ‘Paskadi’ my drum, and danced my way into a new decade…from Wounded Warrior to Warrior Priestess. 2018 I honour you and salute you for all the gifts, tears and laughter you’ve brought me, along with some very special people in my life.