Tuesday 30 April 2019

Old Man Willow

I saw his trunk dismembered
Scattered pieces across the Water Meadow,
Chunks of trunk discarded.
Old man Willow is dead.

During the long Summer balms
I used to seek my children
To find them in his arms,
Singing un-remembered charms.

Striding across meadow deeps
Lines of destructive tracks
Signs of oil and chainsaw creeps
Across black pools as meadow weeps.

The dogs racing rabbits hunted
Weaving amongst his branches,
No more tails excited 
Old Man Willow is dead.

To the men who did this
No doubt a job finish
No profit in his branches
No wealth within his trunk.

I remember,
Old Man Willow is Dead.

Sunday 7 April 2019

9 Bole Sycamore

Beautiful day at my favourite tree on Newtimber.  A great place to sit and have tea with a tree.

Saturday 6 April 2019

Lunar energy

The full moon is what most pagans seem to focus on, or rather the commentary in books and the web suggests so.  For me, whilst the full moon is the peak of that Lunar month's energy it is the pregnant dark of the No-New moon before the sliver of light that is the new moon appears is when the energy changes.

This is when the stars are at their greatest, in the winter on a cloudless night.
At other times when the cloud is low the dark is deepest.  In rural spaces so dark that that even black seems light in comparison as black needs light to show it.  This absence of any light has a visceral quality and is worth experiencing.

Beltaine - Pagan pilgrimage

After a long, busy period at work when I couldn't listen to Druidcast I have been commuting by train to the City and catching up.

Druidcast 130 has been an inspiration