There is a story of Cuchulain who met the Morrigan, the Celtic god of Poetry, sex and death on the battlefield who had come to Love Cuchulain for tell of his exploits. Cuchulain, unaware he was in the presence of a god, rejected her advances and her help so she instead returned to him her […]Read more "Threshold Guardians"
I bought the robes and the walking sticks and the baubles. I have a great green cape and a smaller cape and another cape. I have necklaces, earrings and rings. I have led ritual and I have participated in it. I have walked in parades and led workshops and worn the garb and bought the […]Read more "Spiritual Awakening?"
I read an article recently that suggested that the term we should use to describe white male privilegists (<–I just made that word up I think…Copyright 2017, Poogieshin Press) is “Douchebag”. Personally, I love it…I like having something to call someone that so indelibly and symbolically addresses their socio-political proclivities. Right now, we […]Read more "Resistance"
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the term “ally” and what that really means I can use the dictionary of course but a strict definition isn’t really what I’m talking about here. What I’m thinking about and dwelling on is what the actions of an ally are and how that works where the rubber […]Read more "Access and Allies"
In my last post, I talked about the concepts Druidry has of the elements, realms and a personalized view of how that ties into magickal workings with the Spiritual/Mental/Physical piece. So the next question to me when I was learning was, “how does that tie into the ‘classic’ Pagan elements of Earth, Air, Fire and […]Read more "Water"
Like most people who practice Druidry, I have my own particular brand that works for me. The manner in which I weave and craft relationship shares similarities with others but is still unique to me, as it must be for everyone. When I try to pass on what I have learned, it is always in […]Read more "Druidry: A Primer"
There was a moment of blood and thunder when I walked through the wall of demanded justice and fear. It was a cloud of such palpable angst that it seemed almost resistant to my stepping away from it, into the battleground in between. Before me lay the desolate canyons of running cars, parked and waiting […]Read more "Blood and Thunder"