“Memories of the storyteller, the shaman’s compatriot, the wise elders and the master-craft of sitting around the campfire with ears and eyes fixed on the flames or the speaker but fully on the texture, colour, breadth, depth, journey, the fear, laughter but at the chore learning. So settle in your cabin on the furs, around the hearth, under a canopy in a tent of poles and skins, around the central flame as the smoke drifts up through the the flume at the cross beams of staves, mingling with the snow it gains height on a field of snow, a camp of canvas and skins, a tribe of europa. With that chill wind maybe jump to summer evenings around a larger gathering with fire pit and feast with friends and loved ones drifting off to sleep under the stars as the storytellers pass down the tales with the simplicity and colour of its original intent. .......DMÓW”
Archnight via Apple Podcasts ·
Great Britain ·
04/04/18