Roots: Insights from the Tree Alphabet of Old Ireland: Alder
May I standAs an island on the marshAs a hill on the plainAs a tree on the fairy hillAs a star in the moon’s waningAs a still sword in the handAs a child beloved…
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Roots: Insights from the Tree Alphabet of Old Ireland: Rowan
Ith, blicht, síth, sáma sona,lína lána, lerthola,fir ríglaich, co combáid cinddirmaig forráin Corn, milk, peace, happy ease,full nets, ocean’s plenty,Men of worth, amity among chieftains-The Dindshenchas of Carmun, 11th century Botanical name: Sorbus Family:…
Roots – Insights from the Tree Alphabet of Old Ireland: Birch
Air gach por a bha ’n an suain,Bho na thainig fuachd gun bhaighFriamhaichidh gach por ’s an uir Every seed that lay in sleepSince the coming of cold without mercyEvery seed will take root…
Roots: Insights from the Tree Alphabet of Old Ireland: Introduction
Fogwr gaithi trie flod flescadtforglas neol,essa abhai, essnad ealao,alaind ceoul The voice of the wind against the branchy woodupon the deep-blue sky:falls of the river,the note of the swan,best of all music ~ From Lebor…
Of Stone, Antler, and Bone: Traditional Brythonic Shamanism and the Deer Mother
Even amongst members of other earth-based belief systems, it is amazing how often I get the raised eyebrow when I mention that I am walking not only the Druid path but also the Shamanic Way. …
A Path of Druidry
Druidry is renowned for its lack of dogma and an inclusiveness of those who wish to practice it. This means that any account of my own path of Druidry, the things that have influenced me…
“So, What Do You Believe?”: Walking My Own Earth-Based Path
These days, especially on social media, I often get asked the question, “So, what do you believe?” You’d think that would be a fairly simple question to answer but often, especially when it comes to…
Alban Arthan: A Reflection on Yule and the Winter Solstice
In our circle, we gather round,and with songs, our voices ring.We settle down to enjoy the tale of the Oak and the Holly King. Then we sit and share the feast,as we pass bread and…
The Hunter’s Chase
Tripping o’er the roots and stones,Slipping in the mud and scattered leaves I run –The horde thundering after me.Heart pounding in rhythm with their drumsI carry on through darkened forests deepHorns and bays of houndsTear…
Return of the Wild Ones
Stained in shades of bloody red and orange rust The leaves drift down silently Beneath the squall of crows – Hidden in the occasional thud! of fallen acorns- Something is awakening. The air is scented…