Wanderings

Between the Feast of Eleutherios and the Feast of Denis, I wandered with most of my life in a rucksack, leaving behind the city I’d known for most of my adult life in order to understand the meanings of strange dreams I’d had since starting druidry.

This journey took me through cities and villages in Bretagne, along ancient tracks known as chemins past even older standing stones, into desolate chapels and atop a worn druid hill.

From Bretagne to Strasbourg, where I contemplated the meaning of the ancient within the new, and then to Berlin, a city of desire and the life which springs from mankind’s failed plans.

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