Fare Forward, Travelers…

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Eight months ago, a few months after initiating as a Bard, I went on a pilgrimage.  And I still don't really know what happened.I'm not where I started.  I was in Seattle. Then wandering paths overlooking the sea amongst standing stones and ancient chapels in Carnac , trudging up a druid hill north of Quimper, hiking up an old heathen mountain near Strasbourg, staring at reflections off water by canals and waking in strange (but welcoming) beds in Berlin.And then I was in Florida, and n … [Read more...]

What I Know of a Creek

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This morning, like most mornings, I rode my bike to work along a creek, my pockets stuffed with peanuts.I've been feeding the crows, you see.  My best friend does this, and taught me.  He holds his hand in front of his face before tossing unsalted whole-shell peanuts where the corvids will see them.  It'd been a practice I'd long intended to pick up, but I've only started it recently, and only after finding the corpse of a dead crow on one of my rides home from work.The name of the one go … [Read more...]

Dionysos in a Paving Stone, Brighid in the Broken Glass

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I stood on the corner of the street, waiting for a bus to take me from Seattle and saw a friend.  It's been awhile since I'd seen them*, and I'd never been where I was about to go, so they were a welcome sight.  After a brief embrace and a few words, we'd realized we were going to the same place, taking almost the same route.They'd never been either.  Both of our first times."Were you at Mayday last year?"They nodded.  "Yeah--last year was my political Beltaine, this year's my spi … [Read more...]

Disenchantment, Enclosure, And ‘The Burning Times’

hans glaser

“Slave owners knew that to master a human being, no matter what his race or color, all you need to do is strip him of his identity, his land, the strength of his culture and the memory of his ancestors.”From the Film, The Language You Cry InI have thus far spoken of Disenchantment in general terms, providing modern examples of how it relates to specific places and how Capitalism is sustained by materialistic conceptions of the everyday.  I’ve tried to show how Capitalism and disenc … [Read more...]

Some Walk Away

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In 1973, Ursula K. Le Guin published a short story, called “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas.” She describes in flowery language a sort of utopian city (Omelas) in which every inhabitant lives in utmost happiness, wealth, contentment and joy. Every person enjoys unparalleled success, health, and all the benefits of social progress…except one person.In a basement, you see, there is a child that lives in absolute squalor and abuse. No, more—the child must live in horrible conditions in order … [Read more...]

What We Built From Ruins, Part Three

Berlin Raben

[Part One] [Part Two] I. The sun had descended even further in the sky, bathing the grove in brilliant hues of gilded light, a final embrace before the ending of day.  The visages of the gathered students soaked up this light, deepening the features the Druid had failed to glimpse earlier--catching the coarse scruff of the skeptic’s jaw, the scattered freckles upon the face of the fire-haired woman,  and also the soft curve of another woman’s cheek, the sharp chin on the man who’d just spoken. … [Read more...]

What We Built From Ruins (Part One)

Berlin Raben

(This is a work of fiction in response to the question posed by Christine Kraemer, "What do we hope to build?") I. The autumnal light shown gold and rose through the branches of the alder and birch as the group appeared. Despite his weak eyes and failing hearing, the old Druid needed no notice of their arrival—the young are never inconspicuous.“You’re here for a tale?” he called out, startling them.After a moment of confusion they all noticed him, and one called out in return. “Yes--W … [Read more...]


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