Spirits, Spirits, Everywhere

And not a drop to drink? No, sorry, wrong poem. Sometimes it can be a bit hard for folks to wrap their heads around how a person can have a devotional practice without having a patron, per se, or at least being henotheistic or monist for that matter. I’m one of those rare, blessed writers […]

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Peace in the Time of Towers

The subject of peace is a tricky one.  Peace, or frith as the Heathens call it, is foundational to Revival Druidry, born out of the conflict between Welsh and English.  In Iolo Morganwg’s “Call for Peace”, peace becomes a verb. The Truth against the world, Will you bring peace? Your heart with my heart, Will you […]

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I Love My Grove

Have I mentioned that recently? I. Fucking. Love. My. Grove. Friday we started brainstorming for opening and closing rituals at East Coast Gather. There was mind-mapping, spitballing, chocolate tasting, silliness, synchronistic moose, and the burn of Awen across our tongues and minds. Saturday the work continued (though I wasn’t there). Hammering of details, wordsmithing, logistics, […]

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