Irish seanfhocail: Níl sa saol ach gaoth is toit. There is not in life but wind and smoke. I enjoy the old Irish sayings, they provide insight into both culture and language. I find this one oddly comforting even though others may find it mournful. The picture was taken recently at White Sands National Monument. Admittedly, not Colorado, but not that far away! #druidry#irish#impermanence#seanfhocal#seanfhocail#denvercelticwomenscircle
Washing machines are annoying, use tons of water, don’t clean shoes very well & often leave them mangled. I have two items I’m currently using the weather & sunlight to clean instead of my washing machine.
The first is some kind of macramé rug from the 60s that the washing machine would rip to shreds within the first cycle, the fibers just aren’t strong enough to be man-handled by the washer. The second are my summertime sandals that go with me everywhere, from the beach to my art studio, to public speaking gigs and into the swamplands. They get funky is what I’m saying. The last pair I washed in the washing machine came out bizarrely misshaped, like someone had been squeezing them like dough in the wash. Fuck that.
So here they are- soaked in icy frost on dewy mornings and baked in the disinfecting sunlight. I just leave them outside for about a week and when they come back inside, they smell like autumn leaves instead of feet and they don’t look like a smushed wad of clay.
I’m definitely not saying don’t wash your clothes, just that things can get clean in unconventional ways, and if you have a yard, and an asshole washing machine like me, try leaving stuff out in the elements for a few days for a free cleaning.
Deep within the centre of the grove we find our true self, we find peace. #Druidry has been a huge part of my life. Here is a recording of a chat I got to have with Phillip Shallcrass, founder of the British Druid Order.
Original sources identify Yggdrasil as vetgrønster vida (= most evergreen tree) and barraskr (= needle-ash). Unfortunately, some historians in the 19th century took this all too literally and declared Yggdrasil an ash-tree, a 'myth' that still persists. But the ash is not evergreen nor is it a needle-tree, not to mention that there is no evidence whatsoever for a Scandinavian ash worship as opposed to plenty of material regarding sacred uses of the yew
Yew as a symbol of resurrection and immortality has been held sacred by Pagans for centuries. In 601 Pope Gregory advised not to destroy places of Pagan worship but to convert them into Christian churches. When the Christians came along and tried to assimilate the Pagans they built their Churches on top of older Pagan places of worship, which is why you will find Yew trees in churchyards all over the country which predate the buildings around them. If the puritans had known what they stood for they likely would have ripped them all out but luckily their occult status had been forgotten by then. So next time you see an ancient Yew tree in a churchyard be sure to wink at the rebellious Pagan sitting amongst the Christians😉 .
Pictured bathing in the rays of the sunrise, the Yew and Dragon Glass Mjölnir pendant. It is OOAK, you can find it in my store
Inspiration credit to @gatherthyme ‼️
• milk to fill your cups of choice (we choose Avalon Old Fashioned Organic milk - it has the cream on top. Soo cool!!)
• 3 Tbsp of powdered chocolate of your choice (we use Starbucks double chocolate hot chocolate powder)
• 1 good sized glug of Kalua
• 2 Tbsp per drink of dried chocolate mint leaves
• Grind the dried chocolate mint leaves down so that it's very fine.
• Dump the ground chocolate mint leaves into the milk.
• Heat the milk in a double boiler on the stove
• While the milk is heating, put the chocolate powder in your cup, and add the Kalua to cover the powder. Stir until the chocolate powder is absorbed.
• Once the milk is hot (but not boiling) pour into your cup, mix, and enjoy! .
I've been looking for ways to incorporate my spirituality into everything I do. While I honor my Chrisitan faith, I don't have a way to celebrate apart from attending church. As I've began to research the beginning of the festivals such as Christmas, I'm shocked to see it's simply a cultural appropriation from centuries ago. Yule is the season and the reason to be merry. It's a Yule tree, not a Christmas tree. Christ had nothing to do with trees! I find it amazing that these pagan festivities have stuck with us all these years later. .
Merry Yule to all and to all a good night 🌙
Tonight I want to say something wonderful for the sleepwalkers who have so much faith in their legs, so much faith in the invisible.” This is a strong message prevalent throughout our society, the idea that we as a people have forgot how to put our trust into our hearts. We live in an age of logic and reason; however, logic and reason cannot tell the nature of our heart and our desires. This message is our ancestral fear of stepping outside of our comfort zones and to leave the serene castles we lock ourselves in. To explore in another skin (another life) what the world is or what the world could be. The nature of our hearts taking in the moonlight flying like faeries taped to night sky. If we are to be true to ourselves, we need to learn to trust our hearts and, “We have to learn the desperate faith of sleepwalkers who rise out of their calm beds.” The sleepwalkers, people with the ability to move and be apart of this world without having to be awake. Those who do not trust their hearts, a people who are wide awake, yet, still lost. Many ‘a times we’ve known our conscience may deceive us in the day, is it at night when we are truly awake? “I love the way that sleepwalkers are willing to step out of their bodies into the night, to raise their arms and welcome the darkness.” I am a dreamer; someone who wants to let go of reality to learn how to walk in their dreams. #druid#druidry#sleepwalkers
I wonder about people farther north, does snow lose its awe inspiring qualities when you get it all the time? Or is your life as magical as I imagined it? -You wake up every morning in your warm bed on a gray morning, roll over to glance out the window, and there it is- the soft, padded earth, whose contrasts of dark tree trunks and sparkling, deep, white snow immediately calm your mind. You stretch and grab a fresh cup of coffee from your nightstand (that a magical snow fairy made you) and you get up bundling the blanket around you, then waddle out into your candle-lit breakfast nook overlooking the walled garden- covered in dark green snow-dusted ivy. You sip steamy sweet nectar from your cup as you gaze at the meadow beyond your garden wall, to the reindeer on the distant tree line, snacking on greens you can not see. Your unbelievably loving cat, who never holds grudges & certainly never leaves hairballs on your floor, meows softly at your feet begging you to open the door to your adorable fairytale cottage and go play with her in the snow. You slip your socked feet into your snow boots by the door and follow your cat outside with your coffee- blanket wrapped tight around you. The snow is falling in huge, clumped flakes that taste cold as you follow your cat’s tracks to find her pouncing on the snow as it falls to the blanketed earth. You are content. The world is peaceful and everything feels right. You sip your coffee and smile at your amazing, pristine, snowy life.
But it doesn’t end there, you spend a decadent amount of time sipping mulled wine in a VERY warm herbal bath with a view of a berry-laden holly tree out the bathroom window. The blue birds and cardinals flit about it wildly picking berries off of branches heavy with snow.
And some time a little later in the evening you go on an absolutely magical walk across the meadow, into the woods where you find a familiar waterfall to be frozen in it’s ethereal elegance. All of the creatures of the forest come out of their burrows because they love you & always greet you & grab snacks from your bag that you never forget to bring them.
And then you smile in bliss for the hundredth time that day. ❄️
I moved this tarot deck from my messenger bag, and the cards fell all over the floor, so I felt like they really wanted to talk to me. I did a Soul Calling reading before this with them, but I thought, Let’s just see what they want to tell me in general.
So shadow card is the Tower reversed - so it’s in regards to something happening. Something big that will give me a shake-up. There’s two more Majors in this five card reading, so whatever it is seems pretty major (heh heh). Cernunnos and the Fool indicate that it’s something that will challenge me and require my strength and smarts, but that it’s something I shouldn’t be afraid to walk into. The Fool is walking right to Cernunnos as though saying, I’m willing to take on whatever you throw at me - so I have to be willing to do the same. Though the 4 of Cups seems to indicate boredom, or possibly the idea that I feel like I’ve turned over every stone and am stuck, but there’s still a potential stone to turn I still haven’t found yet. In the end, it’s going to require a choice: I’m going to find myself at a crossroads and I need to figure out what my path needs to be.
I call myself a half-assed, "Christmas Lutheran," but the better part of me is absolutely a nature-nut, Animist and folkish-leaning Germanic Heathen. I don't think there is, or ever has been, a "war on Christmas," or on Yuletide, but I recognize that the most meaningful elements of the Christmas season have soul-deep roots in pre-Christian European cultures. I can't say I've researched it, but I wager that all cultures north of the Tropic of Cancer that experience seasons, winter in particular, have some form of celebration to banish famine, cold, and death. We've been removed from seasonal availability of certain foods, of the need to preserve the produce of other seasons, and much of what gave the Winter Solstice celebration its meaning. The "war" we should be waging is on the consumer-culture which steals our connection to the cycle of the seasons. #thereasonfortheseason#wintersolstice#waronchristmas#simplechristmas#lutheran#druidry#asatru#animist#syncretism