UK summer heatwave reveals previously undiscovered ancient monuments.

Are you enjoying the beautiful Summer weather in the UK? While it might mean that our lawns are parched and yellow (don’t worry, they’ll be back with the first lot of rain!) The dry spell has revealed some previously undiscovered ancient monuments across Britain and Ireland, many of which are truly significant finds.

Who knows what more we’ll find as the Summer continues, or when we’ll ever have a chance to see these again? This is an exciting opportunity to learn perhaps more about our ancient ancestors, their beliefs, practices and lifestyle!

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-44806069
https://www.irishtimes.com/culture/heritage/scorched-earth-during-heatwave-reveals-new-monument-at-newgrange-1.3561326
https://globalnews.ca/news/4329755/henge-crop-circle-monument-ireland-farmer-field/
https://weather.com/en-GB/unitedkingdom/weather/news/2018-07-11-uk-weather-heatwave-hot-dry-ancient-ruins-historical-wales
http://www.wired.co.uk/article/uk-heatwave-ancient-settlements-crop-circles


Poem: The Land is in My Bones

The Land is in My Bones

I remember these hills
Green velvet gown, tattered,
Brazenly allowing bone white skin to peer through
causing the sun to blush
Caressed by breezes
washed by the rain
standing solid as the sky bears down with thunder shouts
and lightning whips.
Gentle sheep and timid rabbits
making a home in every nook and cranny
while buzzards and crows
stay locked in a dogfight
for supremacy of the skies
and Kites, so high, so, so high,
circle lazily on warm currents
watching over the wide world where the oak is king.

Oh! those moonlit walks
and sunrise vigils
held tightly in the arms of the trees
seranaded by the chorus of dawn and dusk.
In these hills, time can stop,
The world beyond could vanish, drop off into space
and it would not matter.
Hidden deep within the ancient coppices of hazel,
beneath the brooding holly,
where deer run free
and badgers set out boundaries.
Yes the world beyond,
of flint stone church
and bustling market town
could dissapear, fall into the sea
for here, among these rolling hills,
these old friendly giants,
I am home.
This land birthed me,
taught me all I know
I need nothing more
this land is in my bones.

© Herne Wyldwood 2010


Poem: The Forest My Father

A photograph of the river near Malyan Spout, Goathland, Yorkshire

The Forest My Father

The Forest is my father,
All bark and antler and vines.
Eyebrows of Moss, Dew ponds for eyes.
With Clematis beard and the voices of birds.
He provides food from the seed and the herd.

The Earth my mother,
With green bosom and brown,
As the seasons pass, she takes off her gown.
In some places her robe is threadbare,
Her white bones of chalk, exposed to the air.

The sun is my friend,
The moon is my guide,
The rain is my shower,
The cave where I hide.
My bedroom the branches,
My office the grove,
My fan is the wind.
My ringtone, the Dove.

The stag is my brother,
My sister, the bear,
And the fish in the rivers, the birds in the air.
Our road is the deer track,
Our shops are the trees,
Our newspapers printed on the wild morning breeze.

Those buildings of concrete,
Those loud city streets,
With air made of poison,
All lies and deceit.
That’s no place for humans,
Come, walk with me,
Come home to the forest, our father, be free.

© Herne Wyldwood 2013


Poem: I Am

A photo of a sunset and clouds. The sky is purple and pink.

I Am

I have stood on the edge of a Forest and I could taste the sweetness of the passing seasons.
I have heard the blackbird sing and I could feel the pride in his chest.
I have swum in the waters and felt the minds of the salmon, great depths of wisdom, drawn from the endless places of the world.
I have felt the horse as she runs across the fields, heart pumping, fierce and wild, like the blood of all Britons.
I have heard the sword as it swings through the air, it’s song calling out for the neck, to take a trophy as our ancestors did,
and I’ve felt the wings of the Heron upon my back, strong and elegant, noble and full of grace.
I have sat with the adder, awaiting it’s prey, I’ve known the hunger of it’s vigil and the satisfaction of it’s meal.
I have ridden with the sun and moon, gliding swiftly over clouds in the blue.
I have eaten with the wolves, taking no more than a fair share for my part in the hunt, knowing true family.
I have worn the guise of a bull and chased down the lion who threatened my young, and I have been the lion and chased down that very bull and devoured him as I would have his young.
I’ve sat on the throne of a king and the chair of a god, I’ve dined with a queen and slept with a goddess.
As a pauper, a minstrel and a mercenary I’ve lived, in many lands and many times, I’ve sat with the wisest and learned their lore, I’ve heard the prophecies of the lost, I’ve witnessed the deeds of both kings and cowards, tyrants and saviours.
I’ve seen the legions of Rome swallow the world, only to be swallowed by what they spat out, I’ve seen the world covered in darkness and I’ve known the pain of loss but also the joyful seed of hope.
I’ve drunk form the breasts of all mothers and I’ve borne every man’s child.
I’ve been there when philosophers thought on the beginning and I have heard talk of an end.
I’ve stretched my claws and spine like a cat, I’ve squatted like a toad,
I’ve soared the steppes in an eagles belly and looked out from a stags eyes in the rut.
I’ve caught salmon with the bears and I’ve been eaten by them too.
It has always been this way, and it will be this way forever.
I know this for I have seen the wheel as it turns, I have sat on each spoke just as I have the hub.
I have danced on it’s rim and thrown myself from it’s edges only to be caught by the gentle hands of existence,
and placed again in my rightful spot I find everything is complete.
I am the fire in the head and I am always burning.

© Herne Wyldwood 2003


New Shop and Wyldwood Radio Merchandise!

We have finally been able to source a supplier for our official Wyldwood Radio merchandise!

You  may have seen a new addition to our navigation menu; the “shop” link which will take you to a brand new feature of our website.

Currently we are selling official Wyldwood Radio merchandise but we plan to sell some fine, hand-made crafts too, such as tribal jewellery, altar pieces, staves, wands and ritual clothing.

We hope you enjoy what you see in our shop. You can find it here: https://wyldwood.org/shop

Bright Blessings!


July Review – The Druid Tarot

Druid Tarot Cover

The Druid Tarot cover

The Druid Tarot is a refreshing and bold attempt to produce a tarot deck which incorporates a good draught from both ancient and more modern Druid and Celtic lore. At first glance the deck appears more like an oracle deck, until the reader looks more deeply at the cards and the order in which they fall. It becomes clear that this deck of 29* cards is very similar to that of the major arcana of more traditional tarot decks. There is no minor arcana and I feel that this helps to create a more direct reading without over complication or specificity.

 

The deck, just as with the Druid Ogham Oracle, also by the British Druid Order, has been printed and assembled by the order themselves which gives a more personal, dedicated and caring feeling. The deck has been purposefully left black and white with the instruction that the reader should colour the deck in as they feel, thus making it even more personal.

 

Each of the cards displays a piece of artwork from Celtic culture, the selection spans several thousand years and includes such famous pieces as the pillar of the boatmen and the Gunderstrupp cauldron.

 

Each card is named for a deity in Welsh Paganism but the book also displays alternative names for each deity from Gaulish to Irish which may help the reader to associate them with their own practice if it is not tied in with the stories of the Mabinogi. The book gives an explanation for each deity alongside the divinatory meanings and an explanation of the artwork used.

 

The deck can be used in whatever manner the reader desires though the book includes guidelines for three different methods, each of which has produced good results.

 

The cards are quite large, being approximately 4” x 6” (7.5cm x 13.5cm) and this may make shuffling difficult for people with smaller hands, however it gives the deck presence and makes them easier for both reader and querent to see.

 

This deck has certainly become my favourite deck to use as the imagery and intention behind it work very well with my Druid path.

 

Druid Tarot

The Druid Tarot, photo copyright the British Druid Order.

*The first two editions of the deck had only 25 cards, in the third edition four more cards were added to incorporate the four treasures of Irish mythology: The stone of destiny, the spear of Lugh, the sword of Nuada and the Cauldron of the Dagda.  These cards can be incorporated into the reading however I use them to set out sacred space with each being placed in the appropriate quarter for their elemental associations.

 


You can order The Druid Tarot directly from the British Druid Order at the following link: http://www.druidry.co.uk/products-page/oracle-cards/druid-tarot/

You can find our more about the British Druid Order and the wonderful courses in Druidry that they have produced at the following links:

Website: http://www.druidry.co.uk

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BritishDruidOrder


Wyldwood Radio Announcement

A mighty oak, once gathered around by Druids, famed for the mistletoe in its high branches, falls in the forest. Over time his limbs, trunk and roots decay. Within the trunk woodlice, grubs and beetles eat away the old, becoming food themselves for woodpeckers, flycatchers, firecrests and doormice. Outward the bark becomes covered in mushrooms, mosses and eventually grass which feed great stag, the animal manifestation of great Cernunnos.

Where the canopy of the oak once shrouded the forest floor in darkness, now blue sky hangs overhead, dotted with crows, kites and buzzards, or covered by cloud, split by lightning and the mighty roar of Taranis. At night it becomes encircled by the stars.

The hole left by the roots fills with rain and becomes a pool around which reeds, water mint and rushes begin to grow. The waters, nourished by fresh rain and the fertile soil pick up healing properties and with time and erosion the pool becomes a well, sacred to beautiful Sulis.

No ending is without a beginning, no death without rebirth. Nothing is sacrificed without reason, nothing changes without purpose. The single oak has fallen, no matter how loved. The Grove of the Gods is born.

Welcome back to Wyldwood Radio.


An announcement from Wyldwood Radio

Wyldwood Radio is returning 1st July 2018

Recently Wyldwood Radio has been speaking with bands, artists and listeners trying to understand how people feel about the idea of Wyldwood Radio returning.  The responses have been overwhelmingly positive with a lot of positive advice.

An online poll was taken to gauge people’s reaction to the possibility of a return and the result was 100% in favour of a return.

As such Wyldwood Radio has released an update on its Facebook page which simply says:

“….01/07/2018….”

All I can say is, watch this space!

You can find out all the information about Wyldwood Radio on the Facebook page which you can find here: facebook.com/wyldwoodradio

Bright blessings!


Book Review – Traditional Witchcraft: A Cornish Book of Ways by Gemma Gary

Traditional Witchcraft: A Cornish Book of Ways by Gemma Gary

Published by Troy Books, Cornwall

This article was originally written for Wyldwood Radio in 2017.

If this is the first book on Traditional Witchcraft that you have read then it will help to give you a solid grounding in the history and practice of the path. If this is not the first book you have read on the subject, you will not be disappointed.

Gemma Gary’s writing style is easy to read and yet does not lose professionalism. The book is a great collection of lore, history and practice drawn not from speculation as are many books in Witchcraft and Paganism, but from historical accounts, years of study and personal experience.

The author takes time to explain what is meant by the term traditional, and to dispel many of the myths and misconceptions that it is entirely ancient or that it is a requirement to belong to any specific group.

The flow of the book is perfect, leading the reader on a continual journey of learning and although the book  is not meant to be a “how to” guide, I feel that anyone looking for a grounding in the art would greatly benefit from this book and be set well on their way to learning more.

There is a lot of good information about tools used in the craft, places of importance and toward the end of the book, usage of those tools and spaces as the author gives examples of group ceremonies as well as lots of historical information to back up the reasons for each of the seasonal ceremonies covered. If your background is Wicca, Druidcraft or a more modern form of Witchcraft, you will not find the common wheel of the year here; rather you will be introduced to traditional Cornish customs which generally fall on or around the same dates but have definite historical backgrounds.

This book brings to life a tradition which is essential to preserving British customs. It is a joy to read and I highly recommend it to anyone interested in an approach to Witchcraft which goes beyond that found in Neo-Paganism.

You can find more information on Troy Books:

www.troybooks.co.uk/

www.facebook.com/troybookspublishing/


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