Lightning Round
Lanea on Jan 31st 2019
I’ve been working away on dozens of little projects, and then a million things happened at once. I’m still processing. I wrote a new song, and I love it. It started out on a very different path than it eventually carved for itself. I went to an event most of my closest friends don’t attend. […]
Competitions
Lanea on May 31st 2018
I’ve never been wild about competitions, particularly Bardic competitions, because of a myriad of reasons. We all do things differently; we have different styles and time-periods that interest us; we focus more or less on spoken or sung pieces; favor different vocal styles; and on and on and on. I think I’ve participated in six as […]
You call yourselves Bards?
Lanea on Oct 23rd 2017
This was my challenge for the Celtic component of the Bardic Quest at War of the Wings, 2017. Boasts have a particular prominence in Celtic mythology: the most famous is the Song of Amergin, but the boasts in Mac Datho’s Pig are also notable. Audio version You call yourselves Bards? That word is mine– My Mother Tongue gave […]
Bardcast
Lanea on Sep 25th 2017
So, this happened: Mine is the penultimate piece. It was interesting to be recorded. Like many people, I had a hard time getting used to the sound of myself, but I think I’ve now messed with recordings enough now that I do indeed recognize my own voice at a remove. Everyone involved with this […]
Fyrdraca
Lanea on Jul 19th 2017
The Fyrdraca is a reproduction ship built in 1979 by the venerable Longship Company and sold to some intrepid kooks in 2003–it made its way to my friend Richard, and he still keeps her afloat after all this time. I’m busy and happy and writing, and hoping some day soon to see her in person again after so […]
Pen to Paper
Lanea on Jan 24th 2017
I’ve been writing and not mentioning it here, for whatever reason, and organizing thoughts and words into little collections. Let’s rectify that. Naming Deirdre’s Mother grew out of my very strong, angry reaction to the treatment of Deirdre and her unnamed mother as I’ve been translating the Exile of the Sons of Usnech into English. […]
Whirlwind
Lanea on Apr 3rd 2016
I posted right after Imbolc. Since then, I made a couple of dozen garments for Ben, a few for friends and a few things for me. We went to Gulf Wars, which was an interesting mixture of fun times with friends and some pretty horrible weather. We on the early work crew had such a […]
Shelter, Sister
Lanea on Feb 14th 2016
A dear friend of mine has suffered far more than anyone should recently. I wrote this in her honor. And then, because this is who we are, one friend turned it into some beautiful art, and many of us surrounded our beloved, hurting friend in the oak grove in my front garden and sang to […]
Rebirth
Lanea on Mar 26th 2015
Years ago, a friend decided he wanted to change some things about his interactions in the world, and about his role in our tribe. We jokingly came up with an idea to kill the old him and raise a new one. And then things got serious. I had a hand in it and needed to […]
Equinox
Lanea on Sep 22nd 2012
When Tethera was in full swing, our performances at Celtic festivals tended to include question and answer sessions, because, well, we have an small, interesting and interested group of fans. A question we got several times was: “What sort of creation myth did the Celts have.” And the three of us would explain that while […]