The Wild Druids have been meeting on Zoom every Saturday since the beginning of the pandemic. It’s been good enough to get a quorum, so to speak, each week. We’ve been batting the idea of reading Kristoffer Hughes’s book From The Cauldron Born around for a while now, and last week, we decided to go … Continue reading How Big Is The Cauldron?
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
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
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
Cauldron’s Rim My cauldron is rimmed, not with pearls, but with Blood Red Roses. Spirals graven there over the year we stirred the Awen together. Scored by the stirring stick, colored by the brew, One for each one of us together in the task. Black the Cauldron’s rim. Once it stretched from Wales to California. … Continue reading Cauldron’s Rim