The wren is considered a sacred bird by the Druids. Even the name of the bird, drui-en or Druid bird in Irish Gaelic, or in Welsh the word Dryw means both druid and wren. The wren symbolized wisdom and divinity. It is difficult to actually see a wren thus catching a glimpse of one carried … Continue reading The Wren and Yule
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Embracing the Darkness at the Winter Solstice
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The period of time around the winter solstice, when the light of the sun is weak and our days are so short, is a period of difficulty for many. Darkness is something that we fear in industrialized cultures; it is something that we work to drive away through our own inventions and ingenuity. We instinctively feel the need to light up our lives every waking moment–our houses at night become as bright as the sun, the various screens projecting intense light, keeping us up and wired late into the night. If a room’s lights aren’t bright enough, we call them “dim” and see this as a deficiency, working to make them brighter. Even as I’m walking down the streets of my town at night, motion sensor lights blind me as I walk past people’s houses on the sidewalk. Consciously, automatically, and unconsciously we are continually working to drive away the dark–and…
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Things you may not know about Papa Noel, Santa or St. Nick…
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You think you know me, but you do not. You make up stories about me and believe they are true, but they are not. You mold me into what you wish me to be but I tell you, you know me not. You give me names that suit you, suit your fiction and your beliefs, but do you ever wonder who I truly am? Do you ask yourself what I am?
Humans are funny creatures, thinking that believing makes it so. I can assure you that nothing is farther from the truth. Outside of your slanted and tiny belief system are wonders untold. Layers of life you are blind to, by choice and by circumstance. You turn away from the things that do not fit into your story but those things do not disappear, they live on without your consent or acknowledgement.
Names have power, I will…
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