My call from the springtime fastness of Corrogue this International Women's Day. Giving voice and presence to this day of action....
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As nights grow shorter and days grow warmer, the sap begins to run, and it's time for the year's first harvest. And while the Sugar Moon shines, it's time to tell tales of Hare, as we of Great Lakes Country have always done.
Well, nights were growing shorter and days were growing warmer, but in the lodge where Hare lived with his grandmother, the birchbark buckets were empty and the last of the food was gone.
Woe, woe, said Hare's Grandmother.
Woe on an old woman with no relatives left but one no-good grandson who can't hunt for shit. Shame, shame on a worthless grandson who would let his old grandmother starve to death.
She kicked him out of the lodge and told him not to come back until he'd found something to eat.
AP: Minneapolis, Minnesota
You may have heard that the single most important thing that you can do to reduce your carbon footprint is to become vegan or vegetarian.
Not so, says Dr. Stanley Friehl of the University of Paganistan's School of Bio-Chemistry.
In an article in the current issue of Scientific American, Friehl suggests that the average plant-based diet actually increases the amount of greenhouse-gas emission.
“Admittedly, meat is bad for the environment,” writes Friehl.
“But while it's true that reducing the amount of meat that you consume will significantly lower carbon emission, studies show that giving up meat is actually worse for the environment,” he adds.
While this conclusion may seem counter-intuitive, the fact that the average vegan or vegetarian is far more likely to consume greater quantities of pulses—beans, peas, and lentils—than the average practicing omnivore, means that they in turn emit higher amounts of methane.
It's fascinating to note that the Anglo-Saxon Hwicce, the original Tribe of Witches, had no word for 'magic.'
Instead, they had numerous words denoting different kinds of magic. At this remove of time, we can often no longer distinguish clearly between them
Bealcræft, 'bale-craft': magic intended to harm.
Drýcræft, 'druid (?)-craft': Possibly, druid magic. Specifically what kind of magic the Anglo-Saxons believed the druids to have practiced, we no longer know.
Dwimorcræft: 'dwimmer-craft': Necromancy (?)
Dwolcræft, 'dwele-craft': Apparently, magic intended to mislead or cause confusion.
Galdorcræft, 'galder-craft': Sung magic.
A large part of the work at Druid College is teaching our apprentices how to re-weave the connection to the land each and every day. We cover a wide-range of topics in doing so, from conscious consumerism, political and environmental activism, daily and seasonal ritual celebrations and more. Our focus from our last weekend was on daily connection, how we can bring everyday actions into our practice, to make the mundane sacred; indeed, to highlight the fact that there is no such thing as the mundane. It's only in our perception.
Part of the homework given was to write an essay on how the apprentice can re-weave the connection every day. I thought I would share what I do with them, and you, in the hopes that it may inspire you on your path.
Let’s talk about our egos.
We can start by stating the obvious—our egos are now on high alert. But by holding the premise that a beautiful way in which the Divine is brought to awareness in this world is through a foundation of relationality, we’re going to start disrupting our usual response to ego engagement. This is important because so many of us still harbor the notion that egos are bad. Even the quest for enlightenment is often spoken about as moving on a path toward obliteration of the ego. And this puts the very mechanisms that have been gracefully designed to protect us into their most protective mode. That process, which is often completely unconscious, makes things a bit difficult on the spiritual journey....
In February 2017, I was walking along a road with my friend and fellow author Jodie Forrest. What happened next, she described as an apport, a word I had to look up. It means an object produced during a spiritualist séance.
It was a sunny winter day in southern California. Ravens danced above an open field. There were always ravens around wherever Jodie was....