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Continue reading →: Druid’s Gone To War
Apologies for the lack of post this week. I'm off attending that most spectacular of Lughnasadh celebrations, the Pennsic War. So hope you all enjoyed the full moon and with any luck, begin to catch the Pleiades!
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Continue reading →: Peace in the Time of TowersThe 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…
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Continue reading →: I Love My GroveHave 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).…
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Continue reading →: Loosing Strife, Druid-StyleThe purple loosestrife just started to bloom down by the brook. It’s an undeniably spectacular plant, bringing color to parched summer meadows and brook edges. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it blooms in the hottest months. That’s when strife’s stranglehold needs the most loosening, after all. Violent crime…
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Continue reading →: Balancing the Fourth Power
Since my trip to the Smithy over 18 months ago, it seems Silence has wrapped itself around me. As much as I wanted to write about the experience of that pilgrimage, the words wouldn’t come–so much so that when I tried to force myself with the artificial deadline of a…







