I’m a rather busy Druid, however well intended I am and regardless of my attempts at time management, I find that I am oft surprised by the speeding passage of time. As I write these words of black on a screen of white, I glance over the top of my PC screen onto the late winter landscape of the little island that I live upon, and I consider – where on earth did all the time go? It feels like Midwinter was only a couple of weeks ago, Hen Galan – old Welsh new year – merely days ago, and yet a month has shot by. At times I feel like I hit an oil patch at 23 and I am now skidding uncontrollably towards the grave, and the brakes are off!
But you see, I’m not just a Druid, I have other tags that sit casually upon my shoulder, like so many of you reading this post I have a plethora of identities struggling to find moderation in a busy life. For those of you who are not familiar with me, permit me an indulgent moment as way of introduction. Indeed, I am a Druid, and head a small but busy Druid Order in Wales. I also write books on Celtic mythology, Paganism, death, dying and bereavement. That concoction may well have you scratching at your head, a scratch that hopefully will desist when you realise that I also work for Her Majesty’s Coroner in morgue, autopsy and bereavement services. I am also a part time actor on Welsh language television. All of this combined with teaching death midwifery, understanding bereavement, and experiential Druidry courses is sometimes rather bewildering, and leaves me often feeling as my grandmother would say – not knowing my ass from my elbow!
But suffice for now, that is enough about me, lest one must smear narcissistic butter round the doorframe to get my head through it!