This is a new section which will be added to month by month, season by season. If you have any poetry, words or pictures you would like to add to these pages, please email Wildfyre.
In Druidry, nature speaks. The bluebell, skylark, snail, or fox; each has a tale to tell if we dare sit, watch and listen for just a little while. In the meadow, tiny spiders creep between the blades of grass; the glistening dew of early morning illuminates their thin silken webs. In the midst of the bluebell wood, an antlered shadow smells the air and waits. Avoiding the soft glare of the city streetlight, a fox moves swiftly through the shadowy alleyways. In every field, hedgerow, town and heath, nature's stories are being told and re-told. By listening we can enter their world, and in doing so, we open up a doorway into our own wild nature. Slowly we begin to recognise the language, from the emergence of the first green shoot, to the warmth and safety of the burrow. This journal is a live attempt to document some tales. Poetry, thoughts, activities, stories, recipes, drawings and photographs are welcome additions here!
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