“Hope is a verb with its sleeves rolled up.” -David Orr, from the cover of the program book I’ve always been curious about Bioneers, but between the location and the cost, I’ve always given it a miss. This year, however, we are feeling just a little more prosperous, and I bought a ticket months ago, … Continue reading Hope is a Verb
This blog post resonates with me. But it also makes me wonder a bit. Since when does the world owe us artists and clergy a living? Haven’t we learned anything from observing our professional priests and celebrities? Elizabeth Gilbert said this best in Big Magic, when she was talking about day jobs and the importance … Continue reading Don’t Expect Your Art To Support You
I got it! Why Pantheacon left such a bad taste in my mouth—why, of all the years I’ve gone, I got sick this time. Con crud has always passed me by before. I thought my “secret” was purely physical, a protection conferred by my homeopathic remedies and the fact that my job exposes me to … Continue reading The Sickness
Originally posted on British Druid Order Blog:
Some people have some trouble seeing Druidry as an “indigenous” tradition because , for one thing, the Celts were famous migrants who came to the British Isles relatively late in their travels. The Druids did not build the stone circles like Stonehenge or Newgrange, they merely adopted them.… Continue reading Indigeneity and Celtic Druidry
I think the saddest thing is, as people are dying, fighting their way across the world to get themselves and their children away from unbearable situations, that we in the First World, unsure of what to do but wanting above all to avoid being implicated in the real crimes committed by our rulers, are beginning … Continue reading Eating Our Own
Some ignorant, fearful idiot scrawled swastikas on the walls of an institute of higher learning today. This is yet another bit of proof that our time has come. Those of us who decided, as I did as a child in the 1970s, that the bad old days of the Holocaust were behind us and that if … Continue reading Who Are We?
Inspired by Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt I’m standing on the shores of Llyn Tegid, where Cerridwen brewed the Awen. I, too, did that task, with a pack of Druids I’d never met. One of them was sent down to Sussex, where I was Called, though I didn’t know it. On his shopping list was … Continue reading Llyn Tegid #writephoto
You can’t have that word. You don’t own this Lady. A gift, from across the sea, From an ally we should remember. A shared history. A reminder of who we are. Out of many, we are one. Drops of water make an ocean. Thorns of gorse, individually, are easily pushed aside. A bush full of … Continue reading Liberty
We stand on the edge of the abyss. Humanity is the scourge of the planet, some say. The Earth will be better off without us say others. We are causing our own extinction. I think we’re the child, throwing toys out of the cradle, not caring what breaks as we rage at our own actions. … Continue reading Are We Part of the Problem, or Part of the Solution?
I know you’re angry. So am I. How could we not be? Children ripped from their parents, Concentration camps in Texas. “I can’t breathe” “I remember their laughter” A child-man throwing ugly decrees from his high chair. But from a high shelf in Europe come watercolor images a century on. French families fleeing destruction. Children … Continue reading Centenary