Tag: writing
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The Philosophy of Steel
The older I get, the clearer life becomes. Not mystical, not bardic, not wrapped in ancestral fog — just clear. For years I carried a soft, atmospheric worldview: hiraeth, land‑mysticism, cultural memory, psycho‑geography, the old stories. They stirred something in me, but they didn’t guide me. They didn’t heal anything. They didn’t change how life…
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The End of the Fluffy Era
Introduction Idealism lasts longer in some men than others. Mine lasted well into my fifties — far past the age when most people have already learned that good intentions don’t guarantee good outcomes, and that systems don’t save people from themselves. I spent decades in causes, charities, politics, and community work believing that structure, effort,…
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Introducing Civic Forum: A New Home for My Political Writing
For some time, my political reflections have lived under the heading Politics of Scale. It was a useful phrase, capturing my belief that political life only makes sense when it is rooted in the appropriate level of community, authority, and responsibility. But as my thinking has developed, and as I’ve clarified the tradition I stand…
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Making Sense of Siluria
Have you ever met the kind of bloke who insists on telling you some rambling story — usually the pub bore who sits alone all night at the bar? He’s always trying to collar whoever’s ordering a drink, talking to anyone who’ll listen, and a few who won’t. You know the type. Got a head…
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A Note on How I Use AI in This Blog (and in My Fiction)
I’ve been using AI very extensively in this blog — both to craft paragraphs and to generate images. The ideas are mine, the direction is mine, and much of the wording is mine, but I use AI as a kind of prosthetic: something that helps me articulate what I’m already thinking, with better grammar, cleaner…
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Robes in the rear-view mirror
I seem to be drifting into more philosophical waters lately. Perhaps it’s age, or the intellectual weather, or simply the fact that my metaphysical itches have become louder than my appetite for robes and ritual. Whatever the cause, I find myself looking back at my years in neo‑Druidry with a mixture of fondness, gratitude, and…
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The Hearth Without Fire: Keeping the Centre of Family Life Alive
When I was a child in the 1970s, the coal fire was the heart of the home. It wasn’t just heat — it was movement, scent, and a quiet presence that shaped the rhythm of family life. We gathered around it without thinking. We talked, laughed, argued, and settled into the evening together. In our…
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The Logos Weave and the Morphic Community: Belonging, Ancestry, and the Debt of Excellence
One of the deepest intuitions behind the Logos Weave is that human beings are not abstract units floating in empty space. We are shaped by place, memory, and inheritance. We grow inside a pattern that existed long before us — a pattern made of land, story, and the accumulated effort of generations. This is what…
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The Logos Weave: A Grand Narrative of Pattern, Consciousness, and Place
Every culture carries a story about how the world fits together. Some speak of gods, some of atoms, some of history as a march of progress. The Logos Weave is my attempt to bring several deep traditions into one clear picture: a vision of the cosmos as alive, evolving, patterned, and rooted in the land…
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Siluria: the Fair Country
Siluria is the name I give to the place that shaped me — a region that is partly historical, partly mythic, and entirely alive in my imagination. On any modern map it is simply South East Wales, but that label feels too thin for a landscape that has carried so much human weight. I borrow…
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