Nectan's Glen by Russell Hibbs

One mid winters day,
as the sun hung like an opalescent stone
through oaken branches.
I walked the wet cold pathway down to Nectan's Glen,
not so far from Tintagel castle.

There moss covered and carved into grey rock,
are two ancient Labyrinths,
one rounded the other square shaped.
I ran my fingers down the lines of these geometric jewels
and fell into a reverie, whereupon from the immanence of deep earth
came the sounds and smells of times gone by.
The bellowing of stags,
the barking of foxes, the cry of an eagle.
It was as if a memory had been awakened and the earth breathed her sentient breath into my tingling senses.

This album is recorded with Mark Robson and Deavid Allen,
and is a song to my cultural and genetic heritage.
Bubbling from the cauldron of Kerridwen.

A sonic salad of homegrown songs, toe tapping tunes, evocative verse, melodic grooves, healing drones, harmonic overtones, fun, laughter, wild nature and tales of the ancient future -NOW. Shivakti are Russell, Mayinda & friends.

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