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SONGS FROM THE WOOD: June 2012
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD. JABBERING-BABBLING-RAMBLINGS OF SIMPLE HEDGE DRUID. Wednesday, 13 June 2012. Spirituality, Mental Wellbeing and Social Networks. Has an exquisite way of drawing together individuals of like-mind. many of which would not find connection in any other segment of their life journey and naturally this indeed would be a tragic loss of opportunity and shared wonder. The hardest part for me is reading about the intensity with which they follow their chosen Spiritual path, be it through perso...
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD: Spirituality, Mental Wellbeing and Social Networks...
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD. JABBERING-BABBLING-RAMBLINGS OF SIMPLE HEDGE DRUID. Wednesday, 13 June 2012. Spirituality, Mental Wellbeing and Social Networks. Has an exquisite way of drawing together individuals of like-mind. many of which would not find connection in any other segment of their life journey and naturally this indeed would be a tragic loss of opportunity and shared wonder. The hardest part for me is reading about the intensity with which they follow their chosen Spiritual path, be it through perso...
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD: Post Beltane post....
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD. JABBERING-BABBLING-RAMBLINGS OF SIMPLE HEDGE DRUID. Tuesday, 4 May 2010. My personal Beltane experience bore no resemblance to the mythical. Page 43 of the 'How to be a Pagan' handbook'. That offers up a framework of Earth-centered Spirituality, to which I feel I must adhere. It all seems so contrived, so formulaic, or could the crux merely be my lack of focus? Am I trying to compartmentalize myself as a 'textbook' Pagan? A few years ago I witnessed the sudden demise of both my grand...
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD: Beltane
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD. JABBERING-BABBLING-RAMBLINGS OF SIMPLE HEDGE DRUID. Saturday, 1 May 2010. Have you ever stood in the April wood. And called the new year in? While the phantoms of three thousand years fly. As the dead leaves spin? There's a snap in the grass behind your feet. And a tap upon your shoulder. And the thin wind crawls along your neck - -. It's just the old gods getting older. And the kestrel drops like a fall of shot and. The red cloud hanging high - -. Come - - a Beltane. View my complet...
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD: February 2010
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD. JABBERING-BABBLING-RAMBLINGS OF SIMPLE HEDGE DRUID. Tuesday, 23 February 2010. Humankind's dominance and indulgence at the cost to Gaia and all that exists on, in and above Her! Thomas Gray in his poem, Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College (1742) suggested that;. Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise.". Sunday, 14 February 2010. The Beach, (not to be confused with the one Leo DiCaprio lay on). Thursday, 11 February 2010. 21st Century Druid Man. However, and this may we...
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD: New Path...New Bike...
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD. JABBERING-BABBLING-RAMBLINGS OF SIMPLE HEDGE DRUID. Sunday, 6 March 2011. New Path.New Bike. It's all about the. I still have so much to learn. Excerpts from What do Druids Believe? By Philip Carr-Gomm, Granta 2006. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Fire in the Head. Further on down the Path. New Path.New Bike. Memoirs of a Crazy Witch. Ramblings of a Newbie Pagan. SPELLED WITH a W. Tales From the Old Wooden Art Table. The Druid of Fisher Street.
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD: March 2011
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD. JABBERING-BABBLING-RAMBLINGS OF SIMPLE HEDGE DRUID. Wednesday, 23 March 2011. TREAD softly as the stone, as silently. As he speaks into earth. Smile, as the tree-gods smile into their beards. When all smile in one mirth. Spreading their fronds as antennae. That only the spirit-eye can see. Move as the ashtree swings her branch. And with the strength of oak. Spread out on horizontal arms. The showings of the thunderstroke. Jove elemental into dryads. Wednesday, 16 March 2011. I'm work...
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD: July 2011
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD. JABBERING-BABBLING-RAMBLINGS OF SIMPLE HEDGE DRUID. Tuesday, 5 July 2011. Fire in the Head. I WENT out to the Hazel wood,. Because a fire was in my head,. 160; . 160; . The opening two lines of W.B. Yeats poem,. The Song of the Wandering Aengus is often considered to reflect the creative souls anguish as he/she but in this case Yeats wrestles for the vital spark of inspiration that preludes the flow of Awen.
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD: Trees
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD. JABBERING-BABBLING-RAMBLINGS OF SIMPLE HEDGE DRUID. Wednesday, 23 March 2011. TREAD softly as the stone, as silently. As he speaks into earth. Smile, as the tree-gods smile into their beards. When all smile in one mirth. Spreading their fronds as antennae. That only the spirit-eye can see. Move as the ashtree swings her branch. And with the strength of oak. Spread out on horizontal arms. The showings of the thunderstroke. Jove elemental into dryads. Hope to see you there!
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD: Fire in the Head
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SONGS FROM THE WOOD. JABBERING-BABBLING-RAMBLINGS OF SIMPLE HEDGE DRUID. Tuesday, 5 July 2011. Fire in the Head. I WENT out to the Hazel wood,. Because a fire was in my head,. The opening two lines of W.B. Yeats' poem,. The Song of the Wandering Aengus is often considered to reflect the creative soul's anguish as he/she but in this case Yeats' wrestles for the vital spark of inspiration that preludes the flow of Awen. And so a panorama of organized chaos greets a dejected stare. Teetering towers of f...
