Jayne Watt

On the 25th of July 1995, aged eighteen, I wrote a poem called “Celts a Calling.”
At that age, many young writers search for a voice. Mine was already searching for ancestry.
The poem was entered into a competition for publication in a collection called Voices from Wales; a title that now feels strangely fitting, because my poem was not simply speaking from Wales, it was speaking through Wales. Through the hills, the forts, the chants, the ghosts beneath the soil. It carried the sound of ancient drums and unresolved memory.
I was not writing polite poetry.
I was writing of Celts, of Samhain, of Boudicea, of resistance, of spiritual inheritance and blood memory. The poem did not bow its head to history neatly packaged for comfort. Instead, it stood wild-haired in the doorway of modernity and demanded remembrance.
And perhaps that was why it did not make the final publication.
But poetry has strange ways of finding its true destination.
Because alongside my own entry stood another poem — “This Land of Ours” — written by my late grandfather, D W Watt, carrying the older rhythm of my Scottish lineage. His words did make it into publication. And in that moment, something much deeper than disappointment occurred.
A thread was pulled taut across generations.
My grandfather was no longer simply family history. He became literary inheritance. A voice carried forward through blood, geography, memory, and longing. His poem entered the book, but what truly entered me was the realisation that poetry itself could outlive the body. That words could become legacy. That someone long gone could still speak across time through verse.
And suddenly, the competition mattered differently.
Because my poem had not failed.
It had led me home.
Home to the understanding that I belonged to a lineage of storytellers and observers. A lineage shaped by Scottish roots, Welsh landscapes, and the ancient Celtic pulse that beats beneath both. My grandfather’s publication was not the closing of a door against me; it was the opening of another entirely.
One poet reaching backward.
One grandfather reaching forward.
Meeting somewhere in the middle through ink.
And perhaps that is the quiet beauty hidden inside the story of “Celts a Calling.”
At eighteen, I thought that I was entering a competition.
In truth, I was stepping into inheritance.

Listen to the full version ⬇️

https://youtu.be/ga4vtAnuOuk

Enjoy, much love Jayne xx 💜🙏🪶✨💫

1 day ago |[YT] | 1

Jayne Watt

Hey there beautiful people of the world,
🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
My next arrangement of early lyric writing to share with you all.......enjoy!

Adolescence Volume 1: A Genre Mash Up is not simply an album. It is a time capsule cracked open after three decades, allowing the voice of a young woman to finally echo into the world she survived.
Written between the ages of thirteen and nineteen, these songs began life as poems scribbled through adolescence; years marked by emotional intensity, philosophical questioning, friendship, grief, longing, rebellion, spiritual curiosity, and the quiet burden of growing up too quickly. What makes this collection extraordinary is not simply the age at which the words were written, but the emotional depth carried within them. These are not polished adult reflections looking backward with hindsight; they are raw observations captured in real time by a young mind already searching beneath the surface of life.
Across the album, listeners will move through shifting landscapes of sound and feeling: haunting spoken-word textures, trance dance rhythms, melancholic ballads, atmospheric electronica, alternative influences, and poetic storytelling. Hence the subtitle; A Genre Mash Up. Much like adolescence itself, the album refuses to remain neatly contained within one emotional or musical category.
At its heart, this collection explores universal human experiences:
the ache of not belonging,
the weight of responsibility,
the fragility of friendship,
the devastation of loss,
the search for meaning,
the pull of the moon,
the depth of the ocean,
and the silent question many young people carry:
Who am I becoming?
Some tracks shimmer with wonder and spirituality. Others carry the darkness of grief and emotional exhaustion. Yet woven throughout the album is resilience; the unmistakable voice of someone who continued questioning, feeling, creating, and surviving despite the heaviness life sometimes placed upon her shoulders.
There is also something profoundly reflective about hearing these teenage writings reimagined decades later by the woman who lived through them. The songs now hold two timelines simultaneously: the innocence and intensity of youth, and the wisdom, sorrow, humour, and understanding of maturity.
Adolescence Volume 1 is therefore more than nostalgia. It is reclamation.
A meeting between the girl who wrote the words and the woman who finally gives them wings.

I'll be releasing two new songs every week, 1 x Monday and 1 x Thursday....
Thanks for reading and listening.
Love Always
Jayne xx 💜🙏🪶✨💫

2 days ago |[YT] | 1

Jayne Watt

I began working consciously with the Full Moon in 2021.

It came at a time in my life when I was beginning to recognise just how much I had carried. Old wounds were surfacing. Historic experiences were asking to be acknowledged, and I was beginning to understand that healing wasn't only about understanding what had happened to me. Sometimes, it was about deciding what I no longer wished to carry forward.

And so, the Full Moon became a marker for me.
A moment each month to stop. To listen. To acknowledge. And to release.
Over time, I developed my own Full Moon ritual.
On the evening of the Full Moon, I create a sacred space. I light a candle and burn sage, Palo Santo and incense. I sit quietly and write down everything I feel ready to release; fears, beliefs, attachments, old stories, relationships, expectations, emotions and burdens that no longer belong on the road ahead.
Then I speak my Full Moon Release Invocation aloud........listen to it here:

https://youtu.be/lUZdGaqivQM

There is something powerful for me about giving those intentions a voice. Not merely thinking I release this, but hearing myself say it.
I also place my purse, bank cards and coins on the windowsill beneath the Moon; a symbolic reminder that releasing and receiving can coexist. That creating space does not mean creating emptiness; it can mean making room for what comes next.
Outside, I leave a jug of water with carefully chosen water-safe crystals, herbs and flowers beneath the night sky. The following day, I burn my written release and take an Epsom-salt bath, using the Moon water as part of my cleansing ritual.

Fire to release.
Water to cleanse.
And then I begin again.

The Full Moon of 28 August 2026 is traditionally known as the Sturgeon Moon, a name associated with the great freshwater fish that were particularly abundant at this time of year in parts of North America.
For me, there is another beautiful symbolism within the sturgeon. They are ancient creatures, dwelling within deep waters. And perhaps that gives us an image for this Full Moon too; something old rising from the depths to be seen.
What have we carried beneath the surface?
What has lived quietly in our deeper waters?
And what is finally ready to rise, be acknowledged and released?

This particular Sturgeon Moon feels even more powerful because it coincides with a partial lunar eclipse and, astrologically, the Full Moon falls in Pisces.
Pisces is a water sign associated with intuition, compassion, dreams, spirituality and surrender. Within astrological tradition, eclipses are often regarded symbolically as thresholds; times of culmination, revelation, endings and change.

There is something rather beautiful about all three meeting here:
The Sturgeon — what rises from the depths.
Pisces — the waters of intuition and surrender.
The Eclipse — shadow passing across the light.

So, this Moon invites me to go a little deeper.
What am I still carrying that was never mine?
What am I trying to control that I could surrender?
What old grief is ready to move?
What attachment has reached its natural ending?
And perhaps most importantly:
Who am I when I stop carrying what I have already outgrown?

I don't believe release means erasing our history. Our experiences are woven into us. They have taught us, shaped us and brought us here.
But we can honour what has been without allowing it to determine everything that will be.
This Sturgeon Moon, beneath the shadow and light of the Pisces lunar eclipse, I will return once again to the ritual I began years ago.
I will light the flame.
I will write the words.
I will speak my invocation.
I will release what is ready to leave.
And I will trust the space that remains.

And so it is!! 🌕✨💫♓🐟
#SturgeonMoon #FullMoon #FullMoonRitual #FullMoonRelease #FullMoonInvocation #LunarEclipse #PiscesFullMoon #MoonRitual #ReleaseRitual #LettingGo #SpiritualHealing #EnergyHealing #MoonWater #SacredRitual #AndSoItIs

1 month ago |[YT] | 1

Jayne Watt

There are stories that belong to a family, and then there are stories that deserve to belong to the world. My grandparents’ story has always been one of those.
A few years ago, I published a small collection of my grandfather’s poetry, From Loch to Love. The title captured more than the distance between Scotland and England; it was a journey from homeland to heart, from war to peace, from one life into another.
My grandfather was born in Pittenweem, in the beautiful East Neuk of Fife. During the Second World War, he left the shores he loved and travelled south, joining the Wolverhampton Police Force. While serving there, he became seriously ill and was admitted to hospital.
The nurse who cared for him would one day become my grandmother.
From his hospital bed, he typed her a poem. That single page became an invitation, then a date, a courtship and eventually a long and happy marriage.
I still have that original typed poem.
When I created From Loch to Love, I knew it had to be included. It is more than a piece of paper; it captures the moment two lives quietly changed direction and our family story began.
My grandfather also produced a small pamphlet of his poetry, donating the proceeds to the Red Cross in gratitude for the care he received during his convalescence. He never forgot kindness, and his writing reflected the things he held dear.
His poems speak of Scotland and the rugged beauty of the East Neuk of Fife; of patriotism, war and sacrifice; of his pride in the police force and the men he served alongside, including those who left policing to join the armed forces. His words are woven with loyalty, duty, humour, remembrance and love.
Publishing his poetry was never simply about preserving old words. It was about preserving the man behind them and honouring a marriage that began with a poem and shaped the generations that followed.
A few years later, I returned to his poetry and realised I wasn’t simply reading his words anymore.
I was hearing them.
I heard the waves against the harbours of the East Neuk, the wind across the Scottish coastline and the pride he carried for the homeland he never truly left behind.
His poems were asking to be sung.
So I gave them a new voice.
I transformed his poetry into songs inspired by Gaelic and Scottish folk traditions, with echoes of sea shanties, rich harmonies, bagpipes, fiddles and strong, uplifting rhythms. Some became tender and reflective; others carried the heartbeat, resilience and spirit of Scotland.
I wanted listeners to feel the landscape within his words; to stand beside the North Sea, wander through an East Neuk fishing village, remember those answering the call of war and hear the laughter and camaraderie of lives lived before ours.
The words remained his.
The melodies became mine.
Together, they became a conversation across generations.
Looking back, I realise my grandfather passed on far more than poetry. He passed on the courage to create and the understanding that words can comfort, inspire and connect people across time.
Every poem I write, every song I compose and every creative project I bring into the world carries a quiet echo of the man who once sat in a hospital bed and typed a poem for the nurse who had captured his heart.
His story became theirs.
Their story became mine.
And through From Loch to Love, their story continues; a reminder that the simplest words can change a life, gratitude can leave a legacy, and love has a remarkable way of travelling through generations.
Enjoy the full version:
https://youtu.be/WnJQq3qN31I
Love Jayne xx💜🙏🪶✨💫

2 months ago |[YT] | 2

Jayne Watt

Hey there beautiful friends,

Thought I should share that I am creating shorts for my Grandfather's songs. You can find all the shorts in my playlist titled: Celtic Roots

www.youtube.com/playlist?list...

......And full versions of each song can be found in my playlist titled: From Loch to Love

www.youtube.com/playlist?list...

Enjoy and thank you kindly for all my subscribers, views, likes, shares and comments.

Be kind to yourself
Much Love
Jayne xx 🪶✨💜🙏💫

3 months ago (edited) |[YT] | 2

Jayne Watt

Mindful Listening
There is a way of listening that most of us were never taught.
Not the kind that fills silence with sound, nor the passive hum of music drifting through a busy mind, but a listening that asks something of you. A listening that requires you to arrive, to sit fully within the moment, and to let the world speak before you decide what it means.
In that same quiet circle, held together by glowing screens and unseen threads of care, an invitation was offered. A playlist; simple in appearance, yet deliberate in its design. It was called Mindful Listening. Not background noise. Not distraction. A practice.
The songs themselves were familiar, yet layered with something deeper when approached with intention. Dancing On My Own by Robyn carried the quiet dignity of solitude. Chandelier by Sia trembled with fragile strength. Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd opened a doorway to absence and longing.
There were echoes of survival in Gangsta’s Paradise by Coolio, raw reverence in Take Me to Church by Hozier, and the hypnotic questioning of identity in Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by Eurythmics. Even the rhythm of everyday life found its place in 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton, while Human by The Killers and Human by Rag'n'Bone Man asked, in their own distinct voices, what it truly means to be.
There was comfort in Stop Crying Your Heart Out by Oasis, tenderness in The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Roberta Flack, and a declaration of self in I Am What I Am by Gloria Gaynor.
A familiar shimmer returned in Heart of Glass, reimagined by Miley Cyrus from the original by Blondie. Love unfolded in its purest form through Endless Love by Diana Ross and Lionel Richie. And somewhere within the pulse of Jack Your Body by Steve 'Silk' Hurley, there was movement, an insistence that even in stillness, life continues to dance.
But the music was never the end goal. It was the doorway.
The real work began in the listening.
Each person was asked to choose just one song—the one that did not simply sound good, but stayed. The one that lingered in the chest, that pulled gently (or sharply) at something unnamed. And then, to sit with it. Not as analysts, not as critics, but as witnesses to their own response.
To listen with ears, not assumptions.
To notice the lyrics, not what the mind thinks they say, but what they actually offer. To feel before interpreting. To let the song land without rushing to label it. And then, softly, to ask:
Why does this find me here?
What does it stir?
Who returns in its echo?
When have I felt this before?
In that pause between sound and meaning, something subtle begins to shift.
Because so often in life, we do not truly listen. We hear just enough to trigger our own internal dialogue, and from there, we respond not to what was said, but to what we have told ourselves was said. Conversations become mirrors of our own thoughts rather than bridges between people. Misunderstandings take root not in malice, but in absence. An absence of presence.
Mindful listening interrupts this pattern.
It asks for stillness in a world that rewards reaction. It invites humility, the quiet recognition that perhaps we have not yet fully heard. And in doing so, it opens a different kind of connection. Not just to music, but to each other.
Within that small circle, scattered across distance yet united in intention, this practice became something more than an exercise. It became a remembering. That to listen, truly listen, is to offer respect. To offer space. To offer care.
And perhaps, if we carry it beyond the songs, into the ordinary conversations of everyday life, we begin to soften the edges where misunderstanding once lived.
We begin, quite simply, to hear one another.

Please listen......https://youtu.be/noSm7BVuTHY

Much Love
Jayne xx💜🙏🪶✨💫

4 months ago |[YT] | 2

Jayne Watt

Happy May Spring Bank Holiday to you all. 🌿✨

Long before it became a modern Bank Holiday, this time of year was honoured across Britain through ancient Celtic and pagan traditions that celebrated the returning warmth of the sun, the fertility of the land, and the full awakening of spring.

Our ancestors would gather among wildflowers and green hillsides to welcome the turning season with music, dancing, feasting, bonfires, and the weaving of ribbons around the Maypole — a beautiful symbol of life, unity, growth, and the sacred connection between earth and sky. Villages would crown May Queens, light Beltane fires, and celebrate the promise of abundance after the long darkness of winter.

Though the modern Spring Bank Holiday was officially established in 1971, its spirit still carries echoes of those older traditions — a pause to gather together, laugh loudly, rest deeply, and honour the beauty of life blooming once again.

So wherever you are this weekend — in gardens, forests, beaches, pubs, caravans, or simply resting at home — may the old fires of joy, renewal, and connection burn brightly around you.

Happy Spring Bank Holiday everyone. ☀️🌸
Much Love
Jayne xx💜🙏🪶✨💫

4 months ago |[YT] | 1

Jayne Watt

I was working front line during the Covid-19 pandemic. I created a WhatsApp group amongst family and friends to help support their well-being during this very uncertain time. Mindful Listening was part of that WhatsApp group. Enjoy the short, full version of this project coming soon.
Much Love
Jayne xx💜🙏🪶✨💫

5 months ago |[YT] | 2

Jayne Watt

Thanks for listening to the Quick clips........Full versions available from October 2026!!
Next Album.......Lyrics from my youth!!
Looking forward to sharing with you xx🙏💜🪶✨💫

5 months ago |[YT] | 1

Jayne Watt

Hey there beautiful women of the world,

I'm creating a space for my community to gather, share stories, science and wisdom.
I'll be releasing some short podcasts on the inevitable menopause.
Please comment, ask questions and share your stories.
A sacred and safe space to talk.

#menopause #midlifetranformation #selfdiscovery #emotionalhealing #personalgrowth #spiritualawakening #intuitivedevelopment #empowerment #confidence #clarity

With Much Love & Kindness
Jayne xx🙏💜🪶✨💫

5 months ago |[YT] | 1