I’m currently having a hiatus from Facebook and other social media (though this post will no doubt automatically end up posted in some of those places), as a result of debates – if you can call them that – on Palestine and Israel.
At the same time, Cadno of the Druid Network has got me thinking about honourable debate. I do not think that honourable debate is actually happening on social media in response to this particular topic, at the moment. Nor do I think it’s happening much in person, although it may be slightly better face-to-face. But just barely. Continue reading
The Brighidine flamekeepers of the Cauldron Cill have published a new anthology of devotional writing for Brighid. I have a contribution in there (although I’m not part of the Cill). Check out the links below – the devotional is available free in PDF form, or can be bought as a physical book. It looks absolutely gorgeous, and I’ll be buying a copy.
Now available from the Brigidine flamekeepers of the Cauldron Cill on ecauldron.com:
The Cauldron Cill Brighid Devotional
A collection of essays, poetry, art, meditations and photography in honor of the Celtic goddess Brighid.
Hardcover Version – with beautiful full-color images: $29.53
Paperback Version – in black and white: $3.79
PDF E-Book – FREE
This month I’ve had tea with three of the loveliest Pagans in all of the British Isles*. And they all happen to have connections with modern druidry, of various kinds. Continue reading
We’re living in a slightly problematic flat at the moment. (Fortunately we’re also moving soon.) The light in the hallway blew a couple of weeks ago, for about the fourth time since we moved in – we’ve given up replacing the bulb now. Meanwhile, the kitchen currently appears to be haunted, with the fluorescent light in there doing a good impression of a badly-wired disco. And then there’s the damp. It’s really, really damp. Continue reading
Sometimes this is what my life as an activist feels like. Whether it’s demonstrating out on the streets, writing to MPs, or attempting to raise awareness of injustice. In the end, it’s only me who loses sleep. Continue reading
“Use those to pad out the boxes,” SJ said to me. We were packing to move from Nottingham to London, and SJ was pointing at my ritual cloak and shawl.
We proceded to have an argument about using ritual clothing to line packing boxes, in which I said (yelled, probably), “Would you line boxes with yarmulkes?!” Continue reading
I have a compulsion to seek justice and equality.
It’s not as noble as it sounds, believe me. I hate doing it. I’m about as lazy as a cat in the sunshine on a summer afternoon. I’m a complete coward – I avoid conflict as much as I can. I’d rather not have the discussions that I have to have, to try and persuade people what equality means and why it’s important. Mostly, I’d rather pull the bedcovers over my head and ignore the world. But still, I fight. Continue reading