Iddhadh's Grove

Druid reverence for Nature

2008-07-03T22:05:00.002+02:00

Love of the Land, the Earth, the Wild

- reverence for Nature

Love of Peace
Druids were traditionally peace-makers, and still are: each ceremony begins with Peace to the Quarters, there is a Druid's Peace Prayer, and Druids plant Peace Groves

Love of Beauty
The Druid path cultivates the Bard, the Artist Within, and fosters creativity

Love of Justice
Drudis were judges, and law-makers. Traditionally Druids are interested in restorative, not punitive justice

Love of Story and Myth
Drudry recognises and uses the power of mythology and stories

Love of History & Reverence for the Ancestors
Druidry recognises the forming power of the past

Love of Trees
Druids today plant trees and Sacred Groves, and study treelore
Love of Stones
Druids today build stone circles, collect stones and work with crystals

Love of Truth
Druid Philosophy is a quest for wisdom

Love of Animals
Druidry sees animals as sacred, and teaches sacred animal lore

Love of the Body
Druidry sees the body and sexuality as sacred

Love of the sun, moon, stars and sky
Druid Starlore, embodied in the old stories and in the stone circles, teaches a love for the universe

Love of each other
Druidry fosters the magic of relationship, of community
Love of Life
Druidry encourages celebration and full commitment to life . it is not a spirituality that wants us to escape from life

by The Order of Bards, Ovates & Druids

Raise of the four

2008-07-03T21:53:00.002+02:00

High in the north he ascended. From the middle of the earth he surfaced and hovered for instants above the moist land. It was difficult for him to inhale the cold air. It painfully lacerated his lungs. He spread out his dark cloak and departed. Soil dried out where he touched it. Trees catched fire where he passed by. He must not waste time. In the middle of the night he reached the edge of a sleeping village. He slackened his steps and carefully sneaked through the silent streets. He trembled when muted cries from inside the houses reached his ear and when he heard the suspicious crackling of a flamed up roof. He not dared to stop and turn around. Time was too limited. But when he left the village and reached open grassland he timidly took a look back. Screams and chaos in the streets were raising up strongly. With dismay he stared at the burning creatures creeping on the ground without release. Instinctively he fled. A mountain adjoined the grassland in the south. He discovered a slim split in some distance above the ground, that looked like the entrance of a cave. Laboriously he forced himself through the gap. Inside it was dark and warm. Sobbing he sank to the ground. His tears were made of smelted ore and while they touched the earth they shaped a round structure that firmed up quickly on the ground. When he came to his senses he rose up to continue following his way. His eyes gently glowed like exhausted ember when he descended in the black darkness.

She rose from the deepest trench of the western ocean. Effervecently she spilled over into the warm ocean drift. She crossed the great basin and flashed past the abyssal plain. High waves towered up above her and rumbly rolled away. About time she reached the delta of the tremendous stream which origin was found at a mountain high in the north of the continent. She forced upstream. At the river bank laid some commercial ports. When she passed by thundering water flooded the quay. The goods already disembarked were dragged along by the waves and sank, for ever lost, in the tidal waves. Her ears catched fourious shouts of the merchtants. She took a slight look aside and when she saw the merchants drenched but unhurt she tenderly smiled and rushed away.

It arrived from the east. Light and buoyant it rode on the wind. It gently glided above the tips of the trees and slid on the sunbeams over widely wooded valleys. Deep down in the forest it discovered a group of seven dark clad beings striding on a path which was hardly to see. Because of being curious it followed the moving queue until it reached a small clearing. The seven figures put up themselves in a wide circle and streched their arms out to the ground with their fingers spread. They sounded a humming tone which made the air in the circle become a vibrating spiral. In the middle arose a steady growing hole where all the daylight disappeared, so that it became dark on the clearing. Then, something got near. First, it only was a bright point which became more and more tall. But soon it realized that it was a girl in a white garment. Surely she could not have seen it, because it was too small. But nevertheless she seemed to smile on it and spread out her arms for reaching it. Suddenly something dark flashed past the girl from the depth. She toggled and roughly fell down to the ground. The dark shadow halted for a moment and then scurried into the brushwood with breathtaking speed where its contours got lost in the darkness. While watching this scene it suddenly was snatched up by a forcefull gust and got involved in the undertow of the hole. Immediately it was swept away into the depth, where it helplessly disappeared. The seven creatures let their vibrating clay fade so that the hole got closed and the day returned to the clearing. “Something unexpected has arrived.” One of the figures whispered, fearfully looking around. Inquiringly they eyed at eachother. The girl smiled. Obviously they did not recognise that there has been something else, something that was swept away to the other side. “Have you seen what it was?” they asked her, but innocently she shrugged her shoulders and turned her face to the direction in which the shadow has vanished.

In the south, where the brown, morasstic bog throw rotten bubbles and reeking steams lighten the night with will-o’-the-wisps, a shape formed itself from the mud of the swamp. Broadly grinning he left. He threw his head back in the neck for taking in the scent of the occurences. Something wicked has stepped into this world, something that does not belong to it and which will wreak havoc. He felt the strong aura. But something else has arrived too. He experienced its deep sadness. It was broken and fragmentary. He noded and turned his head a bit. His damp steps resounded when the earth steadily got drier under his feet. He stopped. It vanished. Just as unexplicable as the others had appeared in this world, it disappeared. A convulsed shiver ran through his face for he shuddered. But then he had a strech and took his way to the north. Some steps later, his face just showed his broad grin again.

by Iddhadh the evergreen

2008-07-03T21:47:00.003+02:00

drifting along in the stream of life
means drowing myself to secure my survive
to forget who I am
and remember I am

being the stream of life

it doesn't matter who I am
what I know and what I can
to find the only thing
for knowing everything

being the stream of life

by Iddhadh the Evergreen

2008-07-03T21:44:00.000+02:00

when my precious spring will break
when crossing lines
will lead themselves to disapear
for setting free
my cristal heart
wich flows
from life to life
only for the reason one
to find the face the heart the soul
wich I can trust in
without harms

oh early bird
i bid you sing
and bring me soon the son of sun
who see the seeds deep in my soul
to bring them up
and let them grow
with warmth and grace
from face to face
as looking in the mirror

by Iddhadh the evergreen

2008-07-03T21:41:00.001+02:00

grow like a strong tree
with your deepest root
near by the middle of the earth
gentle and dark
to your soul

grow like a strong tree
with a big and tall stem
strong enough to survive
the roughest storm
high enough to reach the sky
sending out your dreams and hopes

grow like a strong tree
with a large crown
wide and bright enough
but also close
to hide the birds of love
who trust in the strengh of thy arms

grow lika a strong tree
with a natural conciousness
knowing that life means
to die and rebirth
over and over again

spring and summer
autumn and winter

every year…every day…every moment
still in harmony…
…with the natures of your soul

by Iddhadh the evergreen

2008-07-03T21:30:00.003+02:00

dark earth
with your strong aromatic body
I want to dig my hands
deep into your soul
to feel the heartbeat
of my life

to feel
that thy body
is my flesh

to feel
that my hand
is your tool

to feel
that thy beat
is the gentle stream
of embracing love

that flows all through
my life

to bring us
you and me
the aim
of value fullfillment

by steady growing
in eternal change

by Iddhadh the Evergreen