Why D&D?

Kat druid

Why Dilettante?

[dil-i-tahnt, dil-i-tahnt, -tahn-tey, -tan-tee]
1. a person who takes up an art, activity, or subject merely for amusement, especially in a desultory or superficial way; dabbler.
2. a lover of an art or science, especially of a fine art.

Guilty as charged. Though without the implied trust fund.

You know, I used to worry that my tendency to fall down rabbit holes made me superficial and unoriginal. Now I see that it is just further evidence how lucky I am. I MEAN. The time, faculties and resources to dive deeply into the books/art/music/symbols that pique my interest? Not to mention being surrounded by loved ones who are tolerant, if not encouraging? I totally landed with my bum in the butter in this life.

So this space is like a digital pillow book of some of the bright shiny ideas and experiences I have been fortunate enough to collect. My small way of “paying it forward”, if you like.

Why Druid?

OK, this one’s a bit harder to explain.

Most simply put: it’s a nod to my Celtic heritage and my more, er, esoteric interests.

You can read a bit more about it here.

Then let me whisper in your ear:

If you’re here, I’m guessing you and I have something in common. And you and I know there’s a few of us out there. Folk who want to know themselves as well as they can. Folk who know they are here for a short time: to learn something and to give something. Folk who may or may not yet know what those somethings are. But either way, they’re not going to leave this life unexamined.

These folk — you folk — are my people.

Dilettantery and Druidry are legends on the map that I am making. They help me understand my terrain and direct me towards a greater sense of my somethings.

I’m sharing this map with you so you know you’re not alone. We might be travelling in parallel. Or maybe my meandering tracks will give you the courage to make your own. We all stumble and crawl at some point. We lose our way, over and over.

Either way, I am grateful that our paths have crossed here.

At the end of the day, as the great Ram Dass said, “We’re all just walking each other home.”