Recover health, hope and happiness with the help of trees — guest post

May 7, 2019

Druid Life

This blog is inspired by the principles of the Tree Charter – find out more about it and how to get involved, here – https://treecharter.uk/

There’s no doubt about it that time with trees improves our mental health. They offer a great deal of good to our bodies as well – cleaning air, cooling urban environments and rural ones alike, holding moisture in the soil. Having trees makes for good human habitat. They protect us from excess sun and thus from skin cancer.

Re-greening a landscape is a reliable way of giving people hope. A dead, dry landscape doesn’t support life and offers humans nothing – except the drama of exposed soil. A green landscape can feed and shelter us, give us respite from the weather and blesses us with beauty. In most parts of the world, planting trees is the way to overcome environmental degradation. We have to plant…

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STOP ECOCIDE: CHANGE THE LAW -guest post

April 26, 2019

https://rosher.net/2019/04/26/stopecocide-change-the-law/stopecocide1https://www.stopecocide.earth/

Libra Full Moon Equinox 2019!

March 20, 2019
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face of rainbow trout by Mike Savlen

https://helgaleena.wordpress.com/2017/03/13/march-vernal-equinox-2017/

Wow.   According to the astrologers I follow,  we are being delivered to ourselves in brand new packaging with brand new paths ahead.    Spring floods are very bad in Nebraska.  I remember springs like that near here, where the ditches were suddenly full of carp.  Luckily the Grove had no basement, being moved to the top of a hill.

In the Four Lakes, it is time for the Muskies to spawn in tiny streams as they have for ages, huge five foot long fish at our feet on the foot bridge near the zoo.

Since it’s a full moon, it is time for celebrants and ceremony.  Spring cleaning leads to giveaways.  Problems that float to the surface, that the melting snow reveals, can now be faced.  Pledge and praise and sing because the new season is here, even if it may not show anywhere but in our hearts.

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https://helgaleena.wordpress.com/2018/03/01/spring-cleaning-yoga-2/

 

https://earthfirstjournal.org/newswire/2019/03/18/worldwide-over-a-million-students-left-school-friday-to-demand-action-on-climate-change/new-zealand

Stand out from the crowd: Nimue Brown guest post

February 27, 2019

  As a Druid whose first instinct is to be a supporter and cheerleader of the ongoing whatevers, I am accepting this insight from Nimue Brown as a life challenge.

Druid Life

Standing out from the crowd is on Molly Scott Cato’s list of things to do to resist fascism. I think this is a particularly interesting one for Pagans. For a person who feels afraid, blending in and not drawing attention is a very natural approach to take. To make yourself visible can feel, in hostile environments, like making yourself into a target. However, if we all try to protect ourselves by conforming, what we get is an even narrower range of safe ways of being, ever more pressure to conform and ever more vulnerability for the people who can’t.

Fascism doesn’t like diversity. It doesn’t like there being many different faiths and philosophies, and ways of living and being. Diversity makes people harder to control. It’s worth noting that tyranny generally doesn’t like diversity – you only have to think of the clothing restrictions in Maoist China. Tyranny loves…

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Poetry for healing

February 19, 2019

beautiful truth.

Druid Life

Many people turn to poetry for catharsis. While that doesn’t always lead to poems that are meaningful to anyone else, it definitely does work as a cathartic process. Part of this is simply being able to vent. Part of it, however, has everything to do with how you can use language when writing poetry.

The English language doesn’t have a lot of words for describing emotions. To talk about emotions in any detail, we are obliged to say what they are like, or to demonstrate how they play out by using metaphors. If I tell you I am suffering from depression, that will give you a limited idea of what I’m going through. If I tell you that my body is full of lead, and my heart has become a stone, that I am walking through a blasted wasteland where nothing lives or grows and desperately trying to find a…

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The Weather and the Wall

February 9, 2019

Longreads

Will Meyer | Longreads | January 2019 | 15 minutes (4,073 words)

“At the museum steps
Didn’t we establish
That all this blood is not a dream
This is progress
And we are not that high
We could almost be redeemed”

 — unreleased song by The Lentils

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For years, changes in butterfly populations and migrations have been considered an “early warning indicator” of global warming. In 2006, a British butterfly specialist told The New Yorker’s Elizabeth Kolbert that of 10 species living in Southern England at the time, “Every single one has moved northward since 1982.”

Now, several years and many missed early warning indicators later, the National Butterfly Center in Mission, Texas, has received a letter from Customs and Border Protection announcing the government’s intent to build a border wall through critical habitat for 240 species of butterflies and 300 types of birds. The letter explains…

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imbolc blessing from @ADFDruidry

February 5, 2019

Earth Mother,

Spirits of Inspiration,

Ancestors,

Nature Spirits,

Shining Ones,

Let me be creative;

Let fertility of mind, Body, And spirit

Be like a cornucopia

Where all good things come

From me And to me.

Let fertility nourish my Way.

And let bounty be my gift.

So Be It.

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https://twitter.com/adfdruidry/status/1092800264799703042/photo/1

 

(also happy Lunar New Year of the Pig)

guest re-post: Herman Hesse on trees

February 3, 2019

Herman Hesse on trees  

When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live. When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

~ Hermann Hesse

via Philip Carr-Gomm

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Be more than a visitor: Philip Carr-Gomm guest post

January 23, 2019

I was saddened to hear about the death of the poet Mary Oliver this week. Her poetry so beautifully explores the connection between the human and natural world, reminding us that there is no separation, that nature is our home in the deepest, most spiritual sense. I read a wonderful quote in the Independent that comes from her book of essays, Long Life. In it, she says of herself,

In my outward appearance and life habits I hardly change — there’s never been a day that my friends haven’t been able to say, and at a distance, ‘There’s Oliver, still standing around in the weeds. There she is, still scribbling in her notebook’.
But, at the center: I am shaking; I am flashing like tinsel.

This speaks so brilliantly of her skill to help us glimpse the extraordinary in the seemingly ordinary, both within us and around us; to crack open our dull vision and shine a light upon the magic of this world, enabling us to feel more intimately and powerfully a part of life. The body of work she has left us, is a true gift.

When Death Comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

~ Mary Oliver

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https://www.philipcarr-gomm.com/be-more-than-a-visitor/

 

 

Weather Manipulation prayer

January 9, 2019

“Source Creator, please, for the highest and best good of all concerned, raise up all humans, extraterrestrials and dark spirits involved in interference and/or manipulation of the Earth’s weather, atmosphere, geology and any other systems with the intention of harming humanity in any way. Block and prevent all such attacks and return the energy to the sender as Divine Love. Please give these beings a change of heart.

Protect all Earth systems that support the care and feeding of humans, animals and plants from diminishment, contamination, manipulation, alteration, and weaponization on an ongoing basis.

In addition, conduct an individual session for each of the beings involved, beginning with the being of greatest dark influence and control over others, as frequently as possible, to bring the full power of Divine Healing to each perpetrator until each experiences a change of heart. Bring Ultimate Divine Protection, Support, Guidance and Healing to all parties involved regarding these issues.

Link this entire prayer to a code word I designate as ______, so that every time I say this code word, the entire prayer request is made, including its indefinite repetitions. Thank you.”

Gifford Bernie Teeple

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