Our friend Jack Gescheidt writes: After a decade of making TreeSpirit photos, for the first time I’m hosting a 3.5-day trip: among giant sequoias, the largest ancient trees on earth in the Sierra Nevada mountains of CA. Each participant will get his/her own unique TreeSpirit photo starring him/herself, and receive a large fine art print for their home.
It’s part adventure, part art-making, part workshop, all fun, and all about trees and people being and feeling connected to each other.
More info/details here: TreeSpiritProject.com
Sounds like a great idea! If I was this guy I’d hate to slip half way up and go sliding down! Ouch!
Jack’s talking about a similar trip in the UK. Watch out for news!
The third episode in the Pagans & Pilgrims TV series currently running on BBC 4 was broadcast last night and I watched with some trepidation because I was asked to take part in this one and was interviewed by the presenter Ifor ap Glyn one windy day this January – but had never seen the result.
We drove through awful weather to get to Knowlton, and after a briefing over a pub lunch we set off for the site, which I’d never visited. I learned something new that day: you know those wonderful aerial shots you get in films like this? I thought they were taken from a helicopter, but most times (and in this series) they use a drone: essentially a model aeroplane with a camera in it that is operated from the ground. How clever!
The interview you see was done in virtually one take. The sun was setting, the rain had stopped, and we were all freezing and wanted to go home. After we had walked to the two magnificent gateway yews which from a distance looked quite young, and had been filmed as we looked at them, I remembered the Ancient Yew Group (started by an OBOD member and friends). Nick, the author of Britain’s Holiest Places, looked the trees up on the website via his phone and we discovered that they are truly old, dating back to the 7th century, or perhaps even earlier since their girths (reaching 23 ft) suggest an even greater age. Both are female, and there used to be a third that was damaged by fire and removed.
At the close of this episode Ifor sums up the theme of the programme well: “Nature belongs to no-one – it is nondenominational. Trees and mountains are beyond dogma. They inspire within us feelings that are mystical, difficult to explain, but maybe then that’s the point, because nature is so much greater than we are, and it’s in places like this that many of us feel that we come closest to the Divine.”
The episode is up on the BBC iplayer here for the next month and there are 3 more episiodes to go.
We stand at a junction in history. The old human story is collapsing – revealing itself for its own myopic nature – and the institutions that once held and reinforced it are collapsing with it. The new story that is emerging is the one which calls us into creative kinship with the presence of the world. The druids of old practiced in their Neimheadh, their forest-shrines. Returning to the neimheadh can be a profound metaphor for our return to the life-affirming story that we are now being called to surrender to. It is perhaps no accident that enfolded within this word is another word: neimhe. Heaven. Whether there are actual etymological roots between the two, or if it is just another note within the life-dream to startle us awake, ultimately does not matter. It is an invitation to sit in presence with a very simple fact: heaven has never been far; it is waiting patiently for our return to the wild and soulful earth.
Many thanks to Gabriella for sending in the link to this great project for children, starting by the nine year old Felix Finkbeiner. Here is a short paragraph from their website and a video of Felix talking about how the project begun:
The Plant-for-the-Planet Children´s Initiative was founded in January 2007. It has its origin in a school presentation about the climate crisis of the – back then – 9-year-old Felix Finkbeiner. Inspired by Wangari Maathai, who planted 30 million trees in africa, Felix developed at the end of his presentation the vision that children could plant one million trees in each country of the world to create a CO2 balance therewith. During the following years Plant-for-the-Planet developed to a worldwide move: At present approx. 100,000 children all over the world pursue this goal. They understand themselves as an initiative of world citizens which campaign for climate justice in the sense of total reduction of the emission of greenhouse gases and an homogeneous distribution of those emissions among all humans.
Check out Plant for the Planet’s website here
Today it is the Autumn Equinox in the Southern Hemisphere. Tomorrow the Spring Equinox in the North. Here is a photo taken on Firle Beacon in Sussex at our Winter Solstice celebration. At a magical moment a few people broke away from the circle of about 40 to worship the sun more directly!
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
It has inner light, even from a distance –
and changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave..
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Until I got an iphone and was initiated into the arcane science of the App I had no idea why friends were so enthusiastic about these ‘silly little things’ as I embarrassingly thought of them. Once initiated, of course, I became an enthusiastic convert – and in that spirit of enthusiasm I want to tell you about an app for ipads and smartphones that has been made of the Druid Animal and Plant Oracles combined. It really is quite extraordinary.
For a start, it offers the entire contents of both books and all the card illustrations. It also offers all the spreads given in both books and can combine cards from both decks or give readings from one specified deck. It has a journal so you can keep track of your consultations. It even speaks to you! (and you can turn the voice off if you want). And when you want to shuffle the cards it offers riffling, washing or cutting as options – amazing to watch!
To get it, go to the App Store and search for ‘Druid Oracle’.
Episode 2 of Pagans & Pilgrims is on BBC 4 tonight 8.30pm. As mentioned in a previous post, this series was designed and made to be called ‘Britain’s Holiest Places’ and looks mainly at Christian sites. Only after it was made did the Beeb change the title. So don’t be surprised if you don’t hear much about Paganism… although of course it’s always there, just beneath the surface…
what was really happening in Britain’s spiritual landscape over the last two thousand years?
Many of the answers will be found in our BBC Four TV series, Pagans and Pilgrims: Britain’s Holiest Places, where we had to choose 36 of them, each drawn from a selection of 500 around the UK, included in a book by Nick Mayhew Smith on the same subject.
The series explores the historical relationship between Christianity and the older beliefs that existed before its arrival. Rather than destroying the old symbols of paganism, Christianity simply subsumed them, and the previously pagan landscape was overwritten with a new Christian narrative.
From crumbling ruins and towering mountain hideaways, to sacred caves and ancient shrines, some of which predate Christianity, we explore the myths and legends running through Britain’s spiritual history, and ask what these historical sites tells us about who we are today.
Many of the places we visited were in the grand surroundings of some incredible cathedrals, but the one that stood out most for us couldn’t be more different – the Welsh Christian shrine at Pennant Melangell.
Set amid the dramatic North Wales countryside near the Snowdonia National Park, a small farming valley was in the 6th Century home to Melangell, a princess who became a hermit after an unwanted marriage proposal.
Legend has it that one day the local lord came through with his hunting pack, driving the wildlife before him.
Some hares sought refuge under Melangell’s cloak, and when the huntsmen raised their horns to their lips to call the dogs in for the kill, no sound emerged. The lord was so moved that he placed the valley and all its wildlife under Melangell’s care and it became a place of Christian sanctuary.
In the 12th century a shrine to St Melangell, containing her body was erected. Like many other shrines, it was destroyed during the reformation, but she was so popular her bones were secretly reinterred to save them from the reformers’ zeal. During restoration of the church in the late 20th Century they were rediscovered and placed back in the rebuilt shrine.
On the day we visited in October, we were preoccupied with the difficulties of the day’s filming. And it was only afterwards that we began reflecting on how calm and moving a place it was.
A guest post by Maria Ede-Weaving.
Here in the northern hemisphere it is almost the time of the spring equinox. From now on, life will begin its quickening: catkins and pussy willow herald the greening of the trees; the nodding trumpets of daffodils are the fanfare of the dawning year, their brightness kick-starting our sleepy senses. All nature is stretching awake and we, like brave new shoots, surface from our winter stillness, driven on by the growing light and warmth of the radiant Goddess of Spring. All life must rise from the dark soil –must break out of the safety of womb and egg – to follow the irresistible call of growth.
The Goddess I personally associated with the spring equinox is the Anglo-Saxon Eostre. Although she is historically obscured by the mists of time, something about her has always drawn me. For me, she is the spring maiden of vibrant new life in abundance but also the golden dawn that brings with it a new day of possibilities; the bright hope of each new morning. She is the breeze of spring that clears and freshens our minds; she is the boundless life and desire that fuels us. She is also the egg of creation that birthed the world and the rising warmth and light of the sun brought down to earth in the yellow of primrose, forsythia and broom, of daffodil and crocus.
Eostre is the dawn that, at the equinox, rises due east. She holds in her hands the balance of light and dark. In one hand is the bulb buried in the dark soil, rooted and secure; in the other is the blossoming daffodil moving towards the light. In one hand she also holds the egg, perfectly oval, its life contained safely within; with the other she holds the chick, ever-growing and learning in the light of a new life.
Eostre brings us to a point of transition – to the moment just prior to birth – a place of perfect balance between light and dark; the dawn between night and day. It is a moment to take breath, to be touched by that stillness at a deep inner level, before the final push that will birth us. At the equinox we seek the balance of this moment within, and in doing so, draw strength from that sense of equilibrium, even when our imminent rebirth frightens and overwhelms us.
Many people find the Spring Equinox a stressful time. The rising energy stirring up our static winter selves can feel uncomfortable, like rising from sleep before we are ready. Beginnings can be alarming and unnerving times, as well as bringing excitement and renewed enthusiasm and energy. Birth is potentially dangerous but we cannot remain tucked up in our egg/womb, a known and safe environment that has nourished us because Eostre’s energy brings a tense, urgent moment when we feel the tightness of the egg’s shell painfully confining us; our shape will always eventually outgrow any space/womb we inhabit. We must risk the dangers of birth to truly live and grow; we must risk the unknown that we might reach our full potential.
It takes courage to expand beyond our known boundaries, to crack the shell of our limitations that we might take the true place in our own unfolding story. Sometimes it can be tempting to want to remain in that warm, safe womb, regardless of how cramped it may have become. It can be helpful to understand that the struggle of the tender shoot through the soil is rewarded by its eventual blossoming and fruit.
Many years ago, my mother died on the spring equinox. It was a beautiful sunny day and the daffodils she had planted in the autumn, had blossomed in the warmth. They were so startlingly vibrant and yet so painfully incongruous at that moment. Being a young girl, I had thought ‘how could spring be here when the world is ending’ – the juxtaposition of those two seemingly very different life moments jarred me emotionally. And yet now, all these years later, I understand that the coming together of those two events perfectly illustrated that place of taut balance where all our endings and beginnings overlap. I now know this place to be a fertile one, its energy often tightly coiled because of the tension, strength and power needed to propel birth; to shoot us into the light.
Birth may be dangerous; we might not even survive it and yet what is far more deadly is to remain where we are. Like Alice growing unfeasibly large in Wonderland, we risk remaining stuck and missing out on the adventure.
This coming Spring Equinox, may Eostre bring you the courage to explore new territories, new perspectives, to find the strength to be reborn to new and exciting possibilities. Although it might feel frightening to be pushing against your shell, if your call on Eostre’s irrepressible energy, you will feel that hard casing give way and, through it cracks, see the light of the dawn breaking. In that moment we are each hope eternal and infinite possibility; the bud bursting and the sap rising.
Art work by Mara Friedman http://www.newmoonvisions.com/
See the world through the eyes of a practising Druid as Gwion, robed and ready, is called once again to maintain the ancient harmonies.
Sent to magical Cornwall, he becomes implicated in human affairs and is marked man. As he acquires an entourage including girls, geese, giants and a fanatical geography teacher, he begins to realise that the Land itself is in peril – and where is Britain’s ancient protector?
Gwion’s crazy circus will traverse the length of the peninsula before the final showdown with the forces of evil, on May Day Morn.
After reading that you just have to know more! … and you can find it in Penny Billington’s latest Druid detective adventure The Cornish Patsy available from the OBOD bookstore.
For details and extracts of Penny’s other books see her new website.