Fare Forward, Travelers…

rucksack

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...]

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...]

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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