The Druid Thing

So I’ve been inundated with enquiries as to what “The Druid Thing” is all about. As in, the Druid bit of dilettante & druid… which is the name of this site, in case you’ve forgotten. And when I say “inundated”, I mean a friend asked me in passing at a kid’s birthday party in May last year.

To be honest, it’s hard to know what to say. I always get a bit like that when the answer feels vast and complex and so, well, deeply personal. It kinda reminds me of when my daughter was born and people would ask me how she was or what she was like and I would go deer-in-the-headlights blank.

I’m not exactly sure why it’s so hard to get the words out. In my daughter’s case, she was my first baby and changed my life in so many ways I don’t think I would ever be able to elucidate them. I was just so enthralled by and intrigued with (and, let’s face it, anxious about) her that I hardly knew where I ended and she began. I was so fully in it with her that it felt impossible to step back and describe all the feelings to anyone.

The Druid Thing feels a bit the same.

But if I was going to break it down, I guess I could say that I am a student. And every so often, a plain brown paper envelope arrives from a rather dignified organisation in the UK with some stuff to think about and some things to do. In general, I can say that basic tenets include self-knowledge, honouring ancestors and connection with/respect for the environment. There’s a really exquisite foundational myth, some ceremonies, poetry and a number of reminders to “walk our talk” by doing our bit for humanitarian and environmental causes.

One of the things I really love about studying Druidry is how uncanny it is when I open the latest envelope and start a new module and the subject matter relates almost exactly to something I’ve been grappling with in my own life. For the first time ever, it feels really good to take these studies slowly and do them when I can and give them my full attention. It feels like learning at the pace of life.

But also, it feels less like learning than… remembering. Many of my ancestors were Celts. The degree to which The Druid Thing resonates with me feels really important. This stuff is in my bones. I am (re)connecting with perspectives and ideas and practices that my people lived as daily truth. Some days I can practically feel dormant cells shuddering to life.

So, ummm, yeah. Here I am*. A Druid-in-training, perhaps? Maybe more accurately: never-not-a-Druid. (The jury is out as to whether I will ever dress up and join in those ceremonies at Stonehenge. Though never say never…)

* Ummm… about that. I am actually still here! But if you asked me why I’ve been AWOL from this sacred space for over six months I would, unsurprisingly, find it hard to put in to words. Mainly, the second half of 2017 was spent moving house so that our home renovations could start in earnest. It was as simple that and as flippin’ crazy/complicated/awful as that. But I’m still here and I’m here now and DAMN it feels good.