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Ferdiad: April 2010
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Thursday, 15 April 2010. This blog now consists of 25% recycled material. I found an article I wrote in 2002 when I was a member of Caer Clud, a druidry group full of mirth and companionship that inspired me and was a cruicible for many things. But everything has its season and Caer Clud has now, in the words of one of the co-founders,"faded into the mists". It’s much more fun to do it outside. Or maybe I just enjoy going out and getting myself muddy from time to time. Because I can, because I want to.
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Ferdiad: June 2008
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Wednesday, 25 June 2008. Back to my roots. 8230;and this year it has only stirred me enough to blow the dust from my bookjacket. Maybe it is the city I live in or maybe it is the six-day week I work. Maybe I’m just not making time for connection anymore. Like the friend you keep meaning to call and then feel more awkward with each passing day that you don’t. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). An urban wanderer in the worlds of paganism, polytheism and druidry. View my complete profile. Back to my roots.
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Ferdiad: Clearing
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Sunday, 15 June 2014. In a clearing in the middle of the deep greenwood sits a man in a patch of dappled sunlight, careless of his simple robe, cross-legged and barefoot on the forest floor. Around him are arrayed books and journals, alongside a burlap satchel containing an assortment of curious items he has gathered along his way. From time to time he looks up, reaches out to select a new journal, swimming through the lines and words, bathing in the pools and currents of these memories. Satisfied with h...
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logodædalus: So that’s me for you - Part II
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So that’s me for you - Part II. 30413 § 5 commentarii. Grudgingly, I booked a placement on the School Experience Programme. Classroom experience being a prerequisite even to get to interview stage. Gloomily, I predicted that I would hate it, and that frankly I was only getting into this for the money, and much gritting of teeth would serve to get me through. Is entirely beyond me. Ldquo;Bonjour les étudiants! Ldquo;So, tell me, what have you been doing in your most recent lesson? Rdquo; It turned out tha...
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logodædalus: The field of the gods
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The field of the gods. 19613 § 1 commentarius. The field of the gods is quiet tonight,. Without corn, without barley. The god sleeps, theft unseen. The field of the gods is empty tonight,. Without ward, without guardian. Ripened corn, stolen with falsehood. The field of the gods, without white barley,. The bull's red blood spilt on the ground. A serpent has bound the Thunderer's feet. The field of the gods, plundered by giants,. Without land, without claim. A mother's three sons plunder at twilight.
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logodædalus: July 2011
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Archive for July 2011. The most unexpected of things. 29711 § 4 commentarii. I recently had the old riah zhooshed and idly inquired whether the cape around my shoulders had been shaken out since the last customer, as there appeared to be more than a few grey hairs down my front. Johann, the surly mitteleuropäisch. I am aware that this post is not without an element of chutzpah. Many (most? Of you dear and loyal readers are richer in years than I. Indeed, my husband, who is six years older than me, as...
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logodædalus: June 2013
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Archive for June 2013. The field of the gods. 19613 § 1 commentarius. The field of the gods is quiet tonight,. Without corn, without barley. The god sleeps, theft unseen. The field of the gods is empty tonight,. Without ward, without guardian. Ripened corn, stolen with falsehood. The field of the gods, without white barley,. The bull's red blood spilt on the ground. A serpent has bound the Thunderer's feet. The field of the gods, plundered by giants,. Without land, without claim. 171; Scripta veteriora.
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logodædalus: June 2012
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Archive for June 2012. 8612 § 3 commentarii. It’s the primal instinct which compels entire families to disgorge from their people-carriers in beach carparks, laden down with windbreakers, lilos, beach umbrellas, silly straw hats, those huge inflatable rings much-favoured by small children, beach-balls, garish swimming shorts, buckets, spades, suncream, sunglasses and myriad other impedimenta. It’s why they eat fish and chips. It almost certainly isn’t. For a start, although Twynham technically. Has a har...
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logodædalus: A boy and his dog
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A boy and his dog. 26513 § 0 commentarii. When I was four, I insisted that I wanted a dog. I'm not fully sure whence this inexorable conviction came, but nevertheless, I was solid on this. As young girls insist that they need. A pony (preferably in pink), I wanted a dog. And they allowed me to pick out a puppy. For reasons which still have yet to be determined, I initially insisted that he was called Gwalchmai. Either an irresponsible uncle had been filling my head with Arthurian nonsense, or I had j...
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Elements Meditations – Gray Bear in the Middle
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Gray Bear in the Middle. By Aurora J Stone. In the past few weeks there have been many things to think about and so I’ve not been doing as much writing. It’s been a matter of consciously processing ideas and experiences, coming to terms with new ideas and ways of being, different ways of perceiving events and incidences/co-incidences that have been presented to me recently. I find this immensely frustrating. Often infuriating, but I have to trust the process of revelation and its inherent timing. So, I b...
