29 August 2013 by Me
I’m going to spend a night on the mound. If I don’t come back, I’m dead. If I do, I may be mad…. or a poet.
Posted in culture, folklore, Ireland, Lughnasadh, mythology | 2 Comments
Places of power and knowledge for sure.
Becoming a poet requires a willingness to go mad and wander. There is no other way to be a poet.
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I am a wandering Witch, with an animist worldview (leaning heavily, in practice, toward non-theism), and currently live in Ireland. I approach witchcraft as praxis, not religion.
My academic interests are in sociology, psychology and folklore. My personal interests range from Seria A to megaliths, and I adore getting lost--especially in the rain.
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