Music Ennobles All It Touches
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
The scholarly retellings of ancient tales can be hard going. The path to the past is often overgrown, the thread of the story difficult to follow as it passes over unfamiliar ground. Far from being work, Damh the Bard’s new album Y Mabinogi makes an ancient Tale new again. I know I’ll be listening to this … Continue reading Y Mabinogi: An Ancient Tale Retold For Our Time
I’m looking for the stars in their eyes at the sight of tall masts and white sails. I’m looking for the woman I once was, eyes on the horizon, feet on the topgallant footropes and hands on rough canvas. She’s out there, I’m hoping that she will still be out there a century hence doing the … Continue reading Looking For The Stars In Their Eyes
I decided to change up my commute this morning. I left the house before first light, listening to that small, still voice that is easily drowned out by the roar of daily life. I stepped directly onto the bus, and got a quiet car on the BART. I got a good long look at the … Continue reading The Druidry of Time
