From the egg of wisdom hatched the discipline of discovery.
Bahahahaha! Ain’t that the truth! Hey, here’s a little something interesting you might not have heard. I first learned about it while reading a book by Peter Berresford Ellis about Druids and Celtic History.
“There is a sort of egg in great repute among the Gauls, of which the Greek writers have made no mention. A vast number of serpents are twisted together in summer, and coiled up in an artificial knot by their saliva and slime; and this is called “the serpent’s egg”. The druids say that it is tossed in the air with hissings and must be caught in a cloak before it touches the earth. The person who thus intercepts it, flies on horseback; for the serpents will pursue him until prevented by intervening water. This egg, though bound in gold will swim against the stream. And the magi are cunning to conceal their frauds, they give out that this egg must be obtained at a certain age of the moon. I have seen that egg as large and as round as a common sized apple, in a chequered cartilaginous cover, and worn by the Druids. It is wonderfully extolled for gaining lawsuits, and access to kings. It is a badge which is worn with such ostentation, that I knew a Roman knight, a Vocontian, who was slain by the stupid emperor Claudius, merely because he wore it in his breast when a lawsuit was pending.” – Pliny’s Natural History, Book XIX
It’s very important to remember that. There are many laws which are not about justice at all but instead about who is in power and keeping them there. Justice is about fairness and providing as much opportunity to the poor person who was born in poverty but is smart, innovative and ambitious enough to pull themselves out and make it in the world. Hopefully, bringing others up along with them. Legality might help or might hinder such a person. All too often we see laws which keep the poor poor and the rich rich regardless of merit or enterprise. There is no justice in that. Justice is about restoring a person who is harmed in some way by another to where they otherwise might have been, not above and beyond. If you pay for insurance on your car and some other schmuck blows through a red light and destroys your car and puts you in the hospital then justice would be your car being replaced by one of equivalent value and your medical bills being covered. Unfortunately, there is far too little justice in the system today and far too much just us.
Excellent advice indeed. Just beware. Stop children, what’s that sound? Everyone look what’s going down.
In May of 2016, on an arbor terrace garden at Dumbarton Oaks there was an arrangement of herbs in clay pots including oregano, sage, lavender, thyme, scented geranium, mint and sweet woodruff among others. The display was inspired by a much older garden in northeastern Italy called the Padua Botanical Garden. First planted in 1545, this is the oldest living example of a university teaching garden for the study of materia medica, where medical and pharmaceutical students learned to identify various plants for their medicinal qualities.
Tie-Dye t-shirts and Drumming were the order of the day for me and my tribe yesterday and what a load of fun we had. Look at some of these beautiful designs we came up with as we splished, splashed, tied and dyed our way through the day then lit a fire in the pit and drummed while we waited for the dye to set. This was the second year in a row we decided to do a tie-dye day and everyone who has seen our shirts always ask where we got them from. You can’t beat an original though. The best ones are the ones you make yourself. 🙂
We used these kits from Jacquard and really enjoyed the results. 🙂
Unfortunately, the pillow cases that were used were not 100% cotton so the colors didn’t hold well. Always look for 100% cotton material to work with if you decided to try your hand at tie-dying.
I ended up not having to work overtime last night so I decided to throw together an impromptu drum circle for myself and anyone else who happened to show up. The weather was nice and the vibe was right so why not right?
After dark, the view from behind the drum looked something like this. May you dance, drum and sing to the rhythm of your heart and spirit. May your ancestors join you in celebration and may you always have tribe to join you by the fire. If not, may you find peace in being a tribe of one. When folks show up we usually have an assortment of doumbeks, djembes, tablas, tom-toms, bongos and more. Also, there are folks who join in with guitars, flutes, even an occasional didgeridoo. A nice drum circle is a great way to end the week and let off some steam. Dancers swaying to the rhythm, a crackling fire and good company make for a wonderful Friday night after a long week at work. Better than reality show silliness or the typical clubbing scene in my not so humble opinion. Touch base with your inner tribal being. Find a drum circle going on near you. Here’s a place to start your search.
Or, if you’re local to the Arlington, Texas area you’re welcome to come hang out with us sometime. Just give me a shout and I’ll add you to the invite list. Also, Deep Woods Apothecary, Cosmic Crow Collective and First Jefferson UU Church tend to have fairly frequent drumming events in our area. I get invites on FB once in awhile and try to share them to my timeline to help spread the word, spread the vibe and spread the love. Keep the rhythm going ya’ll!
Dragon Ritual Drummers – Bamboula – Official Video
Yes, I just wrote that myself. No, I haven’t been drinking today…yet. LOL!
Okay, whosoever was under the impression I was pure anyway? Have you seen my picture of the three pigs that got me in trouble on Google+ twice?
I was told I spent too much time bragging about my big deck on Facebook after having it expanded. But it was a very proud moment for me and I had looked forward to the upgrade for a long time. Now all my friends enjoy coming over and sitting on my deck which brings me great pleasure.
Drumming of the tribe in the nearby woods.
Shouts and running with the wild hunt’s goods.
Offerings made upon the altar.
Our people will live, the crops will not falter.
For a short time there existed in Grand Prairie, a place where people who follow the old ways could gather and commune with one another. But, alas, it did not last. Another victim of divisiveness and apathy. Maybe someday we will learn to love one another and our gods.
Maybe I’m supposed to eat the stuff?
Dulaman Dulaman Dulaman ah bin yay pea dulamana bin ya pea gayalah
Dulaman dulaman dulaman ah fadikah dulamana bin ya we gayalah
Now, who can tell me why those lyrics are relevant? 😉
I never got to make it to nearly as many of these drumming events as I wished I could and now they are gone. Deeply missed ya’ll! Sad that so many showed up for the party but didn’t shop enough to keep the store open.
Em’ and I visited Garden of the Gods while we stayed in a cabin near Colorado Springs for our honeymoon back in 2006. It’s a beautiful place that is well worth visiting if you’re even in that part of the country.
Temple Of the Standing Stones Drumming!
Video recorded by Mark K. at 8-20-2016 Wing Ding at Deep Woods Apothecary where some members of my temple joined me for a little drumming after we had our full moon ritual that night. Thank you Mindy and all the regulars for having us. We had a great time!
So, I just recently finished the first book in the Tufa Novels by Alex Bledsoe, ‘The Hum And The Shiver’ and started on the second book ‘Wisp Of A Thing’. These books inspired the album Tufa Tales which one of my favorite bands, Tuatha Dea released a little over a year ago. I just found out a new book in the series is out now ‘Chapel Of Ease’ and I’m reading my way toward it this week so I can be caught up on these Appalachian Fairy tales about a mysterious clan of people who some say are the remnants of the Tuatha De Danann of the green isle far away. People who were said to already be living in a secluded valley in the hills of Tennessee when the first European colonists arrived. Very interesting stories indeed and I can’t recommend them enough. Anyway, while reading I learned of this interesting painting called The Fairy Feller’s Master Stroke by the English artist Richard Dadd which he worked on for 9 years between 1855 and 1864 in which he used a layering technique which produced 3D like results. It’s a fascinating piece with references in it from old English folklore to Shakespearean works to a host of other historical tidbits and nods. Have a look:
Tuatha Dea “The Hum and the Shiver Full” version HD OFFICIAL video
“Anyway, we need to talk about blood. You got more Tufa in you than you realize. It ain’t always about quantity: you can have a man ninety-five percent pureblood, but if that missing five percent is the part that lets him ride the wind, he ain’t a true Tufa. You know about riding the night wind?” Don shook his head.“You will, I reckon. I hope. One night you’ll go outside, look up at the sky, and either hear the hum or feel the shiver. If it’s the shiver … well, you’re still kin and I love you, but it means you’ll never be a real Tufa. If it’s the hum, though, you’ll feel the stirrin’ of your wings.”
Death came a knocking at my door.
I said go away, It’s a quarter to four.
Death bellowed “It’s time for you to come with me.”
I replied, “Not today motherfucker. Go climb a tree.”
May your strong shield be between me and all harm and danger. May your sharp sword be between myself and all who would attack me. May your magickal skill be between me and all ill-will and ill-wishing. Morrigan, Great Goddess. May your protection be on me today, tomorrow and forever. – Morgan Daimler
They’ve been used for thousands of years and produce no toxic fumes while you cook. They can take high (oven) heat and when properly cared for have a non-stick surface. Cleanup is easy if you know what to do and they’re inexpensive to boot. Because of the nice even heat distribution they brown food beautifully and are usable as a grill. They work well over a campfire and can cook multiple items simultaneously. But I think I like reason number 13 the best. In a pinch a cast iron skillet makes a fine weapon. 😉
“Henry Tudor once said he wanted to build a car park in Leicester. I told him, ‘over my dead body”.
For the hour of your doom is set and none may escape it.
Enough of all this talk about death though. How about a silly song to wrap things up?