Where They May Be Found: Arianrhod

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"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."--Oscar Wilde In What Earth Sees of Sky I was once told by a man in a dream to look for the gods in the rain, and what's in-between the rain. But I don't meet Arianrhod in the rain, but what's before and what's after.A decade ago I began staring at puddles again. Ever done this? Since you were a kid, I mean, playing in the little lakes upon stone, pooling water from rains standing still as glass until you stomp them? … [Read more...]

The Garments of the Gods

Druid Grotto

We have our reasons when we travel.  Work. Vacation. Friends and family and all the rituals of life and death with which we celebrate our existences and world our stories into each other. Sometimes wanderlust or curiosity, the need for refuge.  Sometimes we flee a horrible place in hopes of security. Sometimes we travel towards a new place, one we do not yet know.I don't know if we take our gods with us, or if they are always in everyplace, but I know they often look different.  I wonder so … [Read more...]

Display, Filter, Conceal

The Lady of Shalott (W.M. Egley)

Five months ago, I embarked on a pilgrimage to Bretagne, following strange, haunting dreams I’d had for months before, seeking something I wasn’t certain I’d find.  I did find them, and more--I found the physical realities of those visions, saw things I’d glimpsed in ritual space, and had even more haunting dreams while there which I’m still trying to unravel. And it was all beautiful, and I wish I could show you what I saw, but...I lost my camera.During the middle of a 10-hour hike along the … [Read more...]

The Song of the Other

steBarbe12

Alder staff in hand, boot-shod feet sore from several days of hard-trudging, I walked slowly through fading day of the fleeting summer to the tiny village of Sainte-Barbe. To my left the sea and descending sun, to my right the fields of gorse and grass concealing ancient standing stones, and always ahead the image of my destination--its wind-worn spire rising steadily in the distance.In the village, I shook off my boots and hooded tunic, laid my staff against an old stone wall and entered … [Read more...]


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