To the sacred grove.
Druids are many things. We are ancient. We are modern. We are…
Artists. Bards. Healers. Friends.
We pass through this life together. Our paths may never cross, but we breathe the same air and bathe under the same moon. Welcome, friend.A Druid’s Diary
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I see Katie Hopkins has been banned from Twitter. This worries me. Let me explain… Firstly, I want to acknowledge that most of the time she is toxic, abrasive, insulting, annoying, hateful and downright nasty. Now that’s out of the way, let’s examine the rest of the internet. OK, it’s massive. We can’t. However, inContinue reading “On Free Speech”
When I went down to Highfields Lake my heart did surely pound To run along that grassy slope and hear the mighty sound of the train as it rattled by along the open tracks Black as soot and full of coal from many miner’s backs My little legs not strong enough to jump the tracksContinue reading “On childhood memories: A poem, ‘When I went down to Highfields Lake’”
Margaret Gallagher still lives in the thatched cottage she grew up in. It is completely basic with no modern amenities. She cooks on an open fire every day and even uses an old iron that is heated on the fire to press her clothes. She cooks fresh bread on the fire every day. She hasContinue reading “On living simply in an Irish cottage.”