Let the darkness of the longest night hold me, Let the peace of the Winter Earth enfold me, Gently, In silence, Resting in the embrace of soil, On a bed of fallen leaves, My Mother, sleeping, breathes. Free my mind of restlessness, Show me not what
For my Great Grandfather Private Ernest Charles Lelliot 1882-1915. Died battle of Loos. The Soldier by Rupert Brooke If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth
I love creation stories. I love Genesis, the Norse creation tale, the ones created by Tolkien in the Silmarillion, the many creation stories of indigenous cultures and peoples around the world. It breaks my heart that we have lost our Celtic creation stories. Some say that the
I sat beside an old oak tree, "Listen", it said. A melody, so sweet, carried upon the air, Eyes closed I tasted each note, I breathed the sweetness, Heard chuckles in the grass, As the breath-like wind was cast upon my skin, By the
I've been back in the UK for just under a week and my thoughts are turning back to the time we spent at the Michigan Pagan Festival. The flight over from Sydney to LA was pretty bumpy but nothing compared to the one from LA to Detroit.
Druid - Damh the Bard I look behind me and see the face of a poet, Flaming eyes that know no bounds, Who understands the secrets of the land, the sea, the sky, And the language of the birds, Who can hear the message in the cry