Music Ennobles All It Touches
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?
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
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
On March 20th, 2018, a circle of people stood in the rain, celebrating the day the genocide ended. The Ohlone had called us together with faith leaders from many communities to celebrate the vernal equinox on a parking lot that covers the last remnant of a shellmound complex that stretched for miles. At the ceremony, … Continue reading The Day The Genocide Ended
The First Peoples of North America killed the Black Snake. They warned us all of the web of dark pipe, creeping across the Land, poisoning the Land, the Water, the Air. They had to speak, hoping that at last we would hear because death came once again for their lands, and because they knew that … Continue reading The Story of Now
Yew. Deep peace of the Grove. Silence in the back of my head. Like the Druid’s tonsure, forbidden at Whitby. When the Wild Celtic Church was tamed, Rome had its way at last. Or did it? The Yews still stand in churchyards. Ancient, filled with silence. The deep peace of the grave is not … Continue reading Yew
I ran across the One Million Redwoods kickstarter today. The thing that really brought me on board is that, besides the fact that this project is already underway, they are not just planting redwoods, but the whole forest community. They understand the difference between a tree farm and a forest, and they are doing the … Continue reading One Million Redwoods
Originally posted on Druid Life:
It may be as a Druid that your first instinct is to protect trees no matter what. It’s a good instinct, (I would think that, because I do feel it) but at the same time, it helps to understand the historical relationships between people, trees and the landscape. First up,… Continue reading Druidry and cutting down trees
1857 Barefoot in skirt with tattered hem Rising from the shallows where the Embarcadero would stand. She turned, her hair flowing over her shoulders. Pirouetted, changing as she span, Her hair caught up, a trident in her hand as she poses High above Union Square. 1967 She lies on her back on Hippie Hill … Continue reading Spirit of San Francisco
