Manannán, master of mists, Clear the fog that shrouds my mind Calm the waves of thoughts and fears Bring me ashore upon the blessed isles Where the sun makes the apples golden Let me take refuge here Let me drink in your peace and eat of your orchard ‘s bounty Bring me to the world […]Read more "Beyond the nine waves I go"
I am Dutch and I pray in English, well, also in English. When I pray spontaneously, I generally do so in Dutch. But especially recently, due to my new membership of SDF, I do ritual in English. I like being part of a community and at the moment that community is the Solitary Druid Fellowship. […]Read more "Being a dual-language Pagan"
The day after Imbolc I ran (I run for sport) to my usual prayer spot. It is fairly close to where I love, a place popular among recreational walkers, geese and herons. The spot lies beside the river Leij, which used to be a tiny little stream, but a few years back they dug out […]Read more "Imbolc: the day my prayer site flooded"