Sometimes a Wild God

Sometimes a Wild God

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For many years, I’ve been an admirer of the work of Rima Staines. Through that connection, I got to hear about Tom Hirons, who is Rima’s partner. Bits of his writing started cropping up here and there (in the Dark Mountain books for example) and I loved the depth and atmosphere he was able to create with words.

A few years ago, Tom wrote a poem called ‘Sometimes a Wild God‘ – it’s the sort of thing that ‘gets’ you: once heard never forgotten type of stuff! When you read it, or listen to it, and become immersed in it, you realise that part of it is a wake up call – a call from a deep and often neglected place within ourselves, from a past that many have forgotten, but also from a past that is deeply human.

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How can you not be moved by the opening verses:

Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine.

Anyway, Tom and Rima have recently launched Hedgespoken Press as part of their new travelling venture, Hedgespoken, and the first publication is ‘Sometimes a Wild God‘. As well as featuring the poem, all beautifully laid out and typeset, you’ll also find a few of Rima’s illustrations too.

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It’s not a glossy, shiney booklet, but it has a quality to it that imbues depth and feeling like nothing else. I urge you to support Hedgespoken Press if you are able and have a chance to treasure a little work of art.

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If you want to listen to the poem, here’s an excellent audio rendition for your pleasure, performed by an accomplished storyteller:

And of course, you can always visit’s Tom’s web page to read the full poem for yourself:

https://coyopa.wordpress.com/2012/07/19/sometimes-a-wild-god-2/

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The Waterfall

The Waterfall

When the water flows smoothly on the surface,
you don’t notice the undercurrents.
But what’s going on beneath cannot be ignored.

As you go over the edge of the waterfall,
chaos is all around.
What was deep beneath the surface is
thrown outwards, upwards, downwards, and inwards.

The good is mixed with the bad,
the happy with the sad,
contentment with fear.

And then stillness.

Calm is around, and although bruised from the experience,
this will heal.

Now you realise what you about.
You have been exposed to your complete self
and can choose the parts to keep and parts to set free.

The waterfall of your life is great cleanser.
Let your life flow onwards.

© Martin Doyle, 2nd April 2006

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Travel advice for the aspiring student of druidry

Travel advice for the aspiring student of druidry

A beautiful poem by Daniel MacKenzie.

I can’t find a website for Daniel, so I transcribed this from an OBOD (Order of Bards Ovates & Druids) podcast. When I first transcribed the poem (July 2011), I tried to contact Daniel to get permission to publish his work, but all avenues proved fruitless.

Bluebells in Clowse Wood, Earlswood

Step onto the path into the forest.
The path that is completely new, yet so familiar.

On the first clearing, you will meet an old druid and he will tell you a story.
Remember it well, it will guide you back.

When you meet the crooked old one, give her something.
Be compassionate towards the ugly one, he deserves it.
Be cautious towards the pretty one, she can be treacherous.
Listen to the experiences of the blind old man, but be prepared to make your own.

When you scold your finger, lick it.
The earthly confinements of your body will set you free.
Your watery tears, both of laughter and of loss will drown you if you hold them back.
Your airy thoughts are starved by others and nourished by their absence,
and the fires of transformation hurt, so good.

When you emerge from the dark, damp silence,
stand in the morning light and let the sun shine on your brow.

Celebrate your birthday and create yourself a gift to share.
And then go on, go deeper into the forest if you dare.

Take heed of the songs of way worn weeds, for they are mostly unemployed and love your attention.
Some might clean for you, some might heal you, and some might bless you.
Recruit them as you wish, but don’t over tax them or they will unionise and bring you down.

Keep a journal. For all that’s worth, keep a journal because the clearer your dreams get, the more hazy your recollections of the waking world will be.

When a tree gives you a gift, keep it. But give something of yourself in return.
When you make a first approach, make an entrance, but a gentle one.
And know that most farewells need to be done three times before you can really set off again.

In a round clearing, the seasons sit in circle, having a feast. Join them as often as you can and learn their stories. Spring is secretly in love with autumn, but don’t tell summer, she will only gossip and worsen winters mood.

Mind your manners when you meet with the deceased. Know that long-dead relatives can be as loving as live ones, but also, sometimes, as much a pest.
When a skeleton turns up, lay it gently to peace in a nice place or it will bite you and the wound will fester.

Be prepared to get hurt with scratches and bruises on the way.
Some will ease away smoothly and some will leave scars.
Some will never heal, but in time you might learn to see in the cut, fates way of making a punchline.

Remember who you are. Remember where you came from. Remember your name.
And then forget it all for a time. Be like a wild beast and live freely and without care in the forest.
It will all come back to you at the right moment.

When the trees are stripped bare, prepare.
When the sap rises, sing praises.
When the trees are green, be serene.

The stars will tell you stories, but beware, then tend to exaggerate and their morals are sometimes quite patronising.
Feel free to set them right.

You may pause here now and enjoying the gifts you have received, the stories you have heard, and change your shoes.
The way from her on leads onwards and upwards as you start to climb towards the sacred summit.
Keep your eyes on your goal, even if it’s shrouded in mist.
But do enjoy the view whilst heading for it.

If you find a good stick on your way, use it as a support.
You don’t need to go alone, have some travelling companions instead.
The wise wizard will give you power but it comes at a cost.
The lady will give you visions. Hope that you can forget some.
The king will give you insights. You might feel compelled to act upon.
The champion will test your honour. Know what it is you defend.
The queen will give you her heart. Give it back.
The innocent will play with you a merry game. Take it very seriously.
The hermit will slap you, either on your back or on your face. Be grateful for both.

If you find the holy grail on your way, keep it. It will look nice on your mantelpiece.

Allow yourself to shine. And then free the two dragons, the red and the white, and ride them.
You will not burn, you will not fall, and you never needed that tower anyway.

When you come back to where you started, you will find a community there.
Serve them well. And then go back to your family, or found a family, or start all over again.

Dappled sunlight in Clowse Wood, Earlswood.