I've gotten very riled-up politically in the past few days. I'll be honest, I'm at best wary of the government. Have been for quite some time now, ever since a certain billionaire-who-shall-not-be-named got elected president. But its gotten worse in the wake of COVID-19, when it seems to me like our entire economic system is faltering because it can't endure a sustained shutdown of production. I see people cheering stay-at-home orders and curfews, and I become concerned for the safety of others and for our freedoms as well. So far the government of my state is making sure everyone is taken care of. So far. Again, I am at best wary of government. In truth, I'm distrustful of it. I do not put a lot of faith in those who hold power over others.

I know I'm not the only person who shares these views, in part because I've taken to social media to express them. That, as you may have imagined, has backfired tremendously. I am the sort who gets very involved in political discussions, and very heated up during arguments. I get real angry, really quickly, and I am very opinionated. This has lead to many political arguments about how we go forward, what the best methods are for containment, how useful is the government, and who is being left behind. I have not always shown the best of myself in those arguments. Quite often, I leave them behind feeling angry and ashamed at my own conduct.

With that in mind, I have decided to back off from political arguments, and instead propose a thought experiment. Imagine that when this is all over, we have found a new system that doesn't rely on the same methods of production. In this system, there are no employers, nor employees. There are no government officials, no presidents, no congress. There are only people and what they can provide for each other.

Imagine a community in this system. Each person contributes what they can to the community. Some of them grow food. They have gardens, which they tend to, and which produce extra food that they can give to their neighbors. Others in this community cook. They take the food of the gardeners, and turn it into delicious meals, hosting community potlucks and dinner parties. Still others in the community brew their own beer, make their own tea, make clothes, and other things, and share them with the community. Everyone has something to give, and everyone has something they need.

Now imagine this community is linked to other communities through communication and infrastructure. Other communities are producing other goods, including furniture, medical supplies, books, and other things. These things are delivered from community to community through a decentralized network. Each community has something they lack, and that other communities can provide. Each community has something to provide, and that other communities lack. Like the cells of a gigantic organism, the communities each have a number of functions, and rely on each other to survive and prosper through the system of Mutual Aid.

Under such a system, the community self polices, and is able to encourage people to stay home if they are ill. There is no rent, nor any need for money, so work is able to stop and quarantining can happen on the community level without the need for government intervention. At least that is the theory; I am neither a political scientist nor an epidemiologist. But it seems to me that such a community would be able to withstand a pandemic without things like video-game retailers claiming they are essential.

This may seem like a pipe dream, but the beginnings of such a society are already beginning to form. In the wake of the COVID-19 Pandemic, mutual aid initiatives are springing up all over the country. People are beginning to realize that a better future can be built out of the present, and that corporations don't have the public's interest at heart. Class consciousness is beginning to build. What Ursula K Le Guin called the "Social Organism," has been conceived, and is now waiting to be born.

I can only hope that this comes to pass, because there is another future that I see. One in which things mostly continue as they did before, but people have to carry around a card saying if they've been tested for the virus. If they are found to be immune, they have free reign to join society. If they have the virus, they are quarantined and treated. If they can't afford treatment, nor the test, they are prohibited from interacting with society. Maybe some kind folks will take pity on them, and they can form a functional colony, not unlike a leper colony, where they will live as second class citizens, unable to go to work outside the colony. Or maybe they'll simply be left to die in the street.

These are both hypothetical futures. Only one of them may come to pass, and it's possible neither will. But of the two of them, I don't think I have to explain which one I favor.

At this point I don't even have to explain what COVID-19 is. We all know. We're all staying in our houses as much as we can, on leaving when we need to, or can be relatively assured of not having to interact with a whole bunch of people. I live in Ohio, in Cuyahoga County, and we are all doing our best to make sure we do not transmit the diesease. Cuyahoga County is where the first few cases in Ohio appeared, and we are all painfully aware of this. Many people have come to me and told me "this feels like the end times." No surprise, then, that I ended up turning to the divine. But it is not the Christian God that I have found in these dark times. No, the faith that I have turned to is the faith of the Norse Gods, the Aesir and Vanir.

I am making the transition from a self-guided Druidry to a more formal grouping of pagan practices: Asatru, also known as Heathenry. This is the faith of the Aesir and the Vanir, the Gods of Norse Mythology and of the ancient Germanic people in general. It is a reconstruction of old pagan practices, and though the exact style of worship varies from group to group or even, in the case of solitary heathens like myself, from individual to individual. It has its problematic elements - racist groups co-opting the faith abound - but I was lucky enough to find some groups online that explicitly ban hate speech, and I have been discussing my practice with them. I have had some personal revelations talking to them, and meditating on my relationship with divinity. An I am fully confident in my stance when I say I believe the Gods are real and that they have spoken to me.

It may seem odd to turn to a group of Gods that are due to die when Ragnarok occurs, especially when things seem so dire in the world right now. But what inspires me about the Norse Gods, and Odin in particular, is that they never seem to give up, despite being doomed. Odin constantly travels the world, searching for a way to avoid his end, or even to hold of Ragnarok altogether. He is doomed to fail, and he knows this, but he tries anyway, because even the slightest hint of a chance at avoiding a terrible fate is worth fighting for. Whereas other divinities would simply accept their fate, Odin fights tooth and nail against his. That is inspiring to me.

Whether you are Heathen like me, or pagan or atheist or whatever, I believe that we can all learn from Odin's example. We can fight back against COVID-19, against government mandated quarantines and the erosion of our civil liberties, against tyranny and certain doom. It is not useless to do so. Rather, it is the most useful thing we can do.

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas

I have always wanted to write professionally. Were it up to me, I would spend every day in front of a keyboard, typing my heart out and pouring every inch of my soul onto the page before editing the crap out of it so that it is at least remotely presentable. Writing is my passion, and I would love to do nothing but write. Unfortunately, I have yet to be able to make this happen.

I do have what most people would call a real job. In fact, I have two of them! Unfortunately, neither pays much above the state minimum wage, nor do they give me a lot of hours. I'm lucky if I hot a combine total of twenty hours a week. So, to supplement my income, I am asking you, my dear reader, if you feel so inclined, to leave me a tip on Ko-Fi.

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My spiritual journey has been long and hectic. I spent nearly twenty years as a Catholic, became agnostic during my early adulthood, and only very recently did I become a Neopagan. But of all the spiritual communities I have been a part of, it is probably the one I have at my local magic shop that has been the most accepting. But even there I stick out. I am the only Druid that I know of in my immediate area, and I have largely created my own practice out of thin air with books as my teachers. Most everyone I talk to about magic self-identifies as a witch, and while they have great advice on the practicalities of magic, I've had to sort out cosmology on my own. This is not a complaint, however: I've come up with a practice that is uniquely my own.

In retrospect, calling myself a "hedge bard" could not have been more fitting. While it mainly refers to my combination of the natural and druidic with poetry, it also has a modern literary reference built in. Hedge Knights, in A Song of Ice and Fire by George RR. Martin, are the classic knight-errant archetype of medieval romance. A knight-errant wanders the country proving their worth by competing in tournaments and showing themselves worthy of their title. While I do no wander, I am a masterless bard and druid, walking their own path towards spiritual enlightenment.

That being said, I have learned a lot from both Wicca and the Celtic Reconstructionist Pagan movement. My methods can be very Wiccan, but my cosmology and beliefs are very Celtic. So I thought I'd take a look at the two biggest pillars of my beliefs, and write a bit about how I view these concepts.

The Irish called it Tir Na Nog. The Welsh called it Avalon. I simply call it the Otherworld. It is the realm of spirits and deities, of unconscious desires and intuitive knowledge. When I meditate, I believe that some part of me accesses the Otherworld. I am able to see and commune with parts of myself long buried, and divine information about myself and my spiritual journey. It is a realm of faeries and wonders, and dangers as well, which is why I take precautions and always make sure to have an offering whenever I do a ritual.

I could not begin to tell you what the geography of the otherworld is like, save that it can be shaped by our minds when we enter. I frequently imagine myself in a druid's grove, or a forest full of trees. another druid might see it as a stone circle, inhabited by the spirits of their ancestors. Someone else might see it as a campfire near a beach. The visualization is part of the person who travels there, and is shaped by them. Or so I believe. It is hard to ever be certain of anything about the Otherworld. I am only certain that it is real.

As for the spirits themselves, I borrow the Wiccan concept of the four elements: earth, air, fire and water. I have taken to greeting these spirits (not calling them, for they are ever-present) when facing the cardinal directions and casting a circle. The casting of a circle is not a Celtic tradition, but it is something that I find defines the ritual space quite well, and helps set the mood for journeying to the Otherworld or manifesting magic. When I finish the ritual, I thank the spirits in attendance with a libation and a prayer, and take up the circle. Libations are an important part of this process, as is thanking the spirits, because I wish for the spirits I greet to be my allies whom I can count on if necessary. Besides, when you are entering a world beyond the material thanking those spirits who are present is only polite.

Inspiration is a gift. I have always believed that. Not all ideas become full artistic works or projects, but a new idea is a blessing from the gods. That is why the druidic concept of the Awen, or divine spiritual inspiration, appeals so much to me. Though as a concept it is more tied to revivalist druids than the reconstructionist movement, I do believe that when I write something that speaks to me, I am channeling the Awen. I believe it was the Awen that guided me down the path of the Druid in the first place, and it is the Awen that guides me when I make a decision about my spirituality.

The written word and poetry is sacred to the druid, and particularly to those of us who call ourselves bards. It is from the poems and tales of bards that we are able to keep mythology alive. These tales are not mere entertainment, but are vehicles for important lessons. They are also our best windo into the world of the ancient Celts and how they lived. And when we create new tales, we acknowledge that the tale is ongoing. We keep the tradition alive not only through our spiritual practice, but through our art. and that is why I am honored to call myself a druid.

So now you know the roots of my belief. There's more things I could write, about the Celtic cosmology of Earth, Sea, and Sky, The ever-evolving layout of my altar, the types of ways I invoke the elemental spirits. But all those are better left to their own posts. These are the two pillars of my belief system, and I simply wished to share them with you. Until my next post, I leave you with this poem:

Dragon,
fire-breathing,
rage-seething,
protector.
Let all the world be a holy treasure
to be shared and enjoyed and never hoarded
until the last of us here has boarded
the ship to Avalon,
the world beyond
gaurded
by dragons.

Last night was a bad night. I sent a message to my boyfriend, and when he didn't respond I sent another message apologizing, assuming I had pissed him off. I went to sleep. I wake up this morning to find out that my boyfriend has messaged me to tell me to calm down, that he had just gotten off a twelve hour shift and had fallen asleep right after, and that was why he didn't respond. My boyfriend starts work in the wee hours of the morning, so the post has a timestamp of 2 AM. I immediately message my boyfriend three walls of text apologizing, explaining that I had missed days of meds, and promising to fill my pill box this morning. I get a message saying that it's OK, but he's at work right now and can't talk. He ends this text with a kiss emoji. I message a kiss emoji back along with the words  "Noted" and "Sorry."

I get dressed, eat breakfast, and go to work. The entire drive I am obsessing over my relationship. I am certain that I have torpedoed it, that I have ruined everything. I remind myself that this is depression talking, and I visualize a bindrune that I had created to channel away relationship stress. It works, either as an actual magic spell or as a mindfulness exercise that brings me back to the present. I go to work and am relatively calm, though I have my usual anxiety that everyone is going to hate me and that I am going to get fired. I swallow this anxiety the way I always do, and continue working until the end of my two hour shift, thinking about how my boyfriend works almost six times as long as I do on any given day. At the end of my shift, I go to the break room, get some coffee, and end up talking to a coworker about my relationship anxiety and desire to move out of my parents house as soon as I can. The coworker is a very good listener, and is very encouraging, and I leave.

When I get home, I find that my Mom has done a lot of cleaning in my room, which makes me feel like I'm twelve but is also very nice so I thank her. Truth be told, I'm kind of a slob, and the room does look so much better. I think about a book on sale at a local magic shop about witchy decorating, and wonder if that could trick me into taking better care of my stuff. I decide against it, because I had already bought a decent amount from the shop in the last two weeks. Every time I go in there, I buy something, because despite the store owner telling me otherwise my anxiety tells me that I can't just hang out there. But I love it there so much. It almost feels more like home than my house.

I go downstairs to get a cup of tea. I reflect that the last cup of tea, which was my first of a special blend with rose petals that a friend of mind made, tasted a little weak. I open the infuser to clean it out, and pull out what looks to be an entire rose. "Oh," I think. "So that's why." I fill the infuser again, making sure to put more teal leaves inside than rose petals, and put a cup of water in the microwave.

While the water is in the microwave, I reflect on how much I hate being stuck with my parents. My parents are good people, and I love them. They accept me with all my queerness and my witchiness, and are fairly progressive. By all accounts I should love living at home, because they take care of me. But I'm twenty eight. No one should be taking care of me. I should be taking care of myself. I can't afford to move out, though, so I end up feeling trapped. Trapped in a house full of people who love me, to be sure, but still trapped. By the time the water finishes boiling and I put the tea infuser into the cup, I hate living at home more than ever. I want out. Badly.

I come upstairs and sit down at my computer to write. Before I do, I open up my laptop and check Facebook. There is a post from the owner of the magic shop encouraging people to come in to the shop, that today is the day whether you have been or not. I resolve to go after I have something written. Then I remember that I still haven't filled my pill box, so I quickly run to the bathroom and do that before returning to my desk. I open the post editor on Weebly, write up to this very sentence, hit save, and close the laptop.

After writing, I leave and go to the magic shop. I spend most of the afternoon there. I talk to the owner, the tarot reader, and to a few of the regulars. I get a couple of books, including the book on witchy decorating, and also a notebook, because I am coming up with writing ideas while I'm there. Ponchi, the Tarot reader, loans me a pen. I sit down and fill the first three and a half pages. Miranda, the owner, makes tea for us.

It dawns on me, sitting on a comfy sofa with a throw-pillow that says "fuck," that I don't know of any other shop where you can just hang out and its no big deal. Every other shop I've ever walked into, people just want you to pay for your things and leave. But then again, no other shops have comfy sofas with throw pillows that say "fuck." Not even other magic shops.

How to describe this place? Imagine you have stepped into a Victorian boudoir that was plucked straight out of its time period by an intersectional feminist with a stolen time machine and a fondness for vintage candlesticks. There are candles and incense everywhere, but you will not find a single Palo Santo stick or bundle of white sage within these walls. The bookshelves along the walls house not only books on astrology, tarot and palmistry, but also feminism and queer theory. There are crystal balls and crystal pendulums and crystal wands and just plain crystals in bowls.  There's a section of scented candles with spells on them, and the ones labeled "Protection from Internet Trolls" are marked fifty percent off.

Every time I come in here, I am home. A true home away from home if I ever had one. I feel better just being there, like my depression has melted away and I can think more clearly.

My boyfriend, Jeremy, messages me while I'm there and apologizes for earlier. He was stressed as well and he thought we both could use a breather. I tell him that he absolutely had the right idea. We talk for a bit, and I leave. I come home, make a burrito as a quick snack before dinner (I skipped lunch without realizing it), drink some coffee, and come upstairs to finish this blog post. I finish this blog post. I look it over, make a few edits, take a deep breath, and click the post button.

It seems like a weird question to be asking, but it stares us right in the face: what is magic? What is witchcraft? What do these words mean? I've been using them on the blog, sure, but I feel like I should explain what I means so that we're all on the same page. Much of Wicca and Druidry is tied to magic, and as I've been  reconnecting with my spiritual self I have also been delving into magical practice. So it's high past time I talked about what magic is, what it isn't, what it can do and what it can't.

Aleister Crowley famously defined magic as "the Science and Art of causing Change to occur in conformity with Will." Aleister Crowley was also a racist dick bag, and I kid of hate him by reputation and have avoided most of his works. But this definition keeps popping up, probably because it is clean, precise, and well...accurate. Witch, wizard, druid, magus...all these people focus their will on a desired outcome and bring it into the reality. But there's a big hole that this definition leaves out: magic cannot do anything that violates the natural laws of the universe. For this reason, I prefer the following definition of the word "witch" by one Augusten Burroughs:

"I define a witch as someone - female, male, neither, other, both - who has the innate ability to focus on a desired outcome with such perfect clarity, intensity, and singularity that the desired outcome can materialize, provided it does not violate the natural laws of the universe. This is why a witch cannot turn a man into a goat, but a witch may very well know if a man five thousand miles away is about to be trampled by a goat." - Augusten Burroughs, Toil and Trouble

This is an almost perfect definition; my one complaint is that I do believe that the ability is not always innate and can be taught. Unlike Burroughs, I've not been doing magic since I was a kid. But I have been able to teach myself how to make things happen, with some success. I am largely self-taught, but the more I learn the easier it gets.

Therefore, I would like to submit my own definition of magic: Magic is the art and science of causing a change in one's surroundings, circumstances, or knowledge through the application of willpower, so long as the change does not violate the physical laws of the universe.

Magic is an art because it requires creativity, and it is a science because it requires experimentation. People often think of "art" and "science" as separate, but the two concepts meet more often than you would think, and they definitely meet in the realm of magic and witchcraft.

Go into any magic or witchcraft shop and you will find rows upon rows of crystals, colored candles, herbs, tarot decks, and of course, books of spells. These things are all great things to draw on for your magical practice. None of them are one hundred percent necessary, however. Each practitioner of magic, whether they call themselves a witch, wizard, druid or whatever, has their own unique style. Some use candles, others don't. Some use potions made with herbs, and others use herbs for ornamental purposes and focus their magic using incantation and magical symbols drawn on paper. The specifics of magic are up to the individual.

What all of us practitioners have in common is an ability to focus our willpower to bring our desires into reality. It doesn't always work, but it works enough that we can feel confident saying that it is more than just coincidence. It's magic.

There's an old superstition among tarot readers that a deck gifted to you is better than one you bought yourself. Some folks even refuse to buy there own decks for this reason. But given that a deck you choose for yourself is more likely to have art or a booklet that appeals to you, I've never held much faith in that superstition.

On the other hand, when my boyfriend gifted me a set of runestones, I knew I had to try them out, though I was (and still am) a novice diviner at best. However, given that I am learning both, I thought I might as well do a post about the differences between tarot and runes, and how I work divination into my life. Both runes and tarot feature prominently in my practice, but I am beginning to use each for different purposes. I will go over those purposes in detail in the following section.

A disclaimer before I begin: there is no one-size fits all method for divination. This is just my personal methodology, not a prescription. Moreover, I would caution you against seeing any prediction you might do as being set in stone. Doing further draws/runecasts to get more information is perfectly fine, and the future, even a predicted one, is not set in stone. Runestones and tarot cards are only advisors - you are the one who shapes your future. Perhaps divination can help you do that.

The runestones I use contain symbols from the Elder Futhark, one of the oldest written alphabets of the Germanic peoples. They were likely derived from a pictorial system of writing, and it is from those pictorial meanings that the modern diviner extracts their readings. Because they are an alphabet, I find that they work best when  several are drawn and placed in a pattern, forming a message. Thus, I often use runes to advise on a particular course of action.

To do a reading, called a "runecast" I pour out all my stones, turn them so that I can't see the runes, and pick a number of them at random, placing them in the requisite positions. An example is shown below.

The center rune of this spread represents the present. This is filled by the blank rune, Wyrd, a modern addition to the Elder Futhark, representing fate and unknown forces. The rune on the left represents the past. In the example, this is Hagall, a rune representative of delays. The rune above the center rune advises you on the course of action to take, in this photo filled with Perdhro in a reversed position, a rune of mysteries and secrets, both mundane and occult. The rune below the middle is the rune of what parts of the problem you have to accept, and in this case it is filled by Sigel, a rune of victory and personal power. The final rune on the right is the rune on the future, in this case filled with Kenaz, a rune of positive health and good fortune, and of creativity.

Of course the real work of divination is in the interpretation of the runes. In this case I was asking about a job interview I had recently had, and whether I should try and nudge the result in my favor using magic. The Wyrd rune in the cast, to me, signified that I was feeling powerless, a plaything of fate. The Hagall rune indicated that I was frustrated with the delay in hearing back from the interview. The rune of Perdhro reversed indicated that I should definitely reexamine my methods for using magic, and that I might face unexpected consequences. The rune of Sigel meant that I had to accept that whether or not I would get the job, I had already done a lot to help myself both in the interview and by following up. The rest was up to my prospective employers.  The final rune of Kenaz indicated that I had good fortune to look forward to if I followed the advice. Whether that means I'll get the job or have more luck with my creative work, I cannot say. Not until the future comes to pass do we really know what it holds, divination or no divination.

It may seem odd that a magical device would advise against using magic to solve a problem, but becoming over-reliant on spells can often make one into the kind of person who would manipulate others on a whim. I was definitely in danger of doing that, being as I was considering a spell that would essentially manipulate a decision that I had no say in in my favor. This is just one example, but this spread is very good for advising about a particular course of action you already have in mind.

I won't go into the anatomy of tarot spreads here as I could easily find myself writing an entire book on them in no time flat. No surprise, then, that so many books about tarot adorn the shelves of libraries and bookstores worldwide. That being said, there is one idea I've gotten from books on tarot that features prominently in my practice: the use of tarot as a guide for meditation.

Oftentimes, when I'm meditating, I draw a single Tarot card at random first. I use it's meaning and the art on the card as a guide for the meditation to follow. For example, if I draw the hanged man, I might imagine myself in the hanged man's position, and contemplate what it means that i am both hanging upside down by my foot while being totally serene. I let my mind wander over the image, and let what other images and thoughts come to me wash over me, without judgement. I've learnt a lot about myself this way.

Another use I have for Tarot is directly tied to my creative work. Sometimes, if I get stuck while writing a story, I ask my deck what should come next, and draw a single card for inspiration. it's a fun way to inject a bit of an unexpected twist in the story, and I often find that it helps the result feel more organic. I'm not the only writer who's used such a method, either. The most famous example is Philip K. Dick consulting the I Ching while writing The Man in High Castle, but numerous other examples abound. I highly encourage you to consider it if you are at all creatively inclined.

One final method of divination with Tarot that I am starting to use is the idea of the daily draw. simply put, I shuffle the cards and draw one card a day, writing down my feelings associated with that card and how it relates to my current existence. Not only is this a good way to familiarize yourself with the Tarot, I've also found that the daily draw oftentimes gives me the right piece of advice for a particular moment. For example, today I was experiencing a lot of anxiety. I did my daily draw and got the seven of wands, a card about perseverance. My deck was telling me to stand my ground, and to continue moving forward. And I'm doing just that, simply by writing this post, which was one of the things I was anxious about. Divination isn't always about the future. Sometimes, it's about what you need to here in the present moment.

These are just a few of the ways I work divination into my life on a regular basis. They are not the be-all-end-all ways to use these tools, and I'm sure I'll find more methods as my practice evolves. But divination is probably my most frequently used magical tool, and it's one that I wholeheartedly encourage others to use.

Lately, I've been struggling to write. I've let myself become lethargic. The energy I had devoted to the craft at the beginning of the year has fallen away, and I have struggled to regain it. I've not written another episode of my serial fiction for quite a while. And I've not touched this blog for just as long.

I often find that there is a sort of "creative inertia" with my writing practice. The principle of inertia states that an object at rest will tend to stay at rest until outside forces compel it to move. This reflects how I am with my writing: if I hit a period where I'm not writing a lot, I will simply continue not to write. I must force myself back into the groove if I am to continue to work on my projects and/or get new ones started. But that is often easier said than done, due to the paralyzing effect of another physics conundrum on my psyche: Zeno's paradox.

Imagine an ball rolling down a hill. Before it reaches the foot of the hill, it must first reach the halfway point. And before it reaches the halfway point, it must reach the halfway point before that point. And before it reaches that halfway point, it must reach a point halfway to that point, and so on and so on. Eventually we have infinite halfway points, and movement is impossible. There is a specific philosophical reasoning behind this absurd proof by contradiction, but I'm not going to get into it, because the paralyzing aspect of it happens when you combine the aspects of this paradox with anxiety and mental health.

When I sit down to write a story, it is easy for me to become overwhelemed. Even if I have made sgnificant progress, my brain picks up where I am, sees what I have left, and makes it seem huge and impossible. Because if I wang to finish, let's say, a chapter of a novel, I must first get halfway to finishing. But before that, I must get halfway to halfway, and then halfway to that halfway point, and so on, until there are inifinite halfway points and writing is impossible.

But the beautiful part about Zeno's paradox is that it is so self-evidentially bullshit. Motion obviously happens: we see it all the time. And that was Zeon's point: he was refuting the arguments of another school of philosophical thought. Now, I could get into that argument (and the fact that Zeon had multiple paradoxes which I have distilled into one for simplicity), but that's beyond the scope of this blog post. The point is that I can recognize that my anxiety over never finishing is BS. So that's one roadblock removed, and one step towards conquering my creative inertia taken. Now if only I could do something about my anxiety over the quality of my work...

At this point, I've read plenty of books on druidry and different kinds of magic. My ebook library includes such titles as Druidcraft and Druid Mysteries by Phillip Carr-Gromm, The Path of Druidry by  John Michael Greer, The Awen Alone and The Crane Bag by Joanna Van Der Hoeven, and The Solitary Druid by Rev. Robert (Skip) Ellison.  And that's just the ones focused on druidry: I have a wealth of books on Wicca, general neopaganism, Tarot, and even chaos magic, both in ebook and physical form. And what I've learned from all of that is this: druidry in particular speaks to me, but there is no wrong way to be a druid. And in fact, I'd like to find my own path, rather than walk one prescribed by someone else. With that in mind, here are the focuses of my study going forward:

• Reading Celtic Mythology and its Literary Descendants: Celtic mythology is a big influence on all modern druids, and on contemporary fantasy, a genre that I hold close to my heart. My particular focus will be the life of Merlin, thought by many to be the archetypal druid, and Arthurian Legend in general. This means studying both the original source material and the things it has inspired, such as T.H. White's The Once and Future King.
  
• Learning Welsh: Related to the above, it is clear that Welsh literature in particular is a major influence on not only modern druidry but on the entire canon of English literature. One can even see it's influence in George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. Not to mention the fact that many concepts in modern druidry, from the awen to festivals of the Wheel of the Year, have Welsh names. Learning Welsh would be quite useful, and also fun, because it is such a beautiful language.
  
• Reading About Natural Sciences: I used to read books on astronomy, animals and plants, dinosaurs, and all sorts of other things when I was a kid. I stopped. It would be nice to start again, and in any case, anyone who wants to claim that they live as one with the natural world should probably study modern views of the natural world.
  
• Continuing to Study Tarot: Tarot was my gateway into magic, and something I have never truly mastered, though I do readings all the time and use it to guide meditation. It may seem strange for a druid to practice a form of divination with no ties to the ancient Celtic world, but tarot has become so widespread that it is practically the "industry standard," so to speak, for divination. But more importantly, it has thoroughly captured my imagination while also being just plain fun. This is my druidic path, and it should speak to me.
  
• Continuing to Study and Practice Contemporary Folk Magic: When I say "contemporary folk magic," what I'm generally referring to is the practice of using whatever I have on hand, plus my own incantations, to create my own spells. Many people like to try and use techniques that come from sources they feel are authentic and ancient. While this approach is valid (as long as you do the proper research and avoid appropriating the spiritual practices of indigenous people), it doesn't appeal to me for three reasons. The first is that nine times out of ten, if some white author being paid by a major publisher says their magic has ancient roots, they are probably lying. The second is that people tend to forget that even authentic techniques were not ancient when they were first practiced, and there is no reason that new techniques could not be created. The third is that folk magic, throughout history, has always taken advantage of what was lying on hand at the time. In the middle ages, it might have been a carving instrument and a block of wood. Today, it might be a sharpie and a piece of paper. It's all relative!
  
• Writing Poetry and Stories: Druids revere the awen, the divine inspirational force, and take inspiration from old songs and stories while writing their own. While it is true that I've been writing stories all my adult life, and poetry since I was a teenager, the thing about creative pursuits is that there is always room for improvement or evolution. This is not to diminish the fact that it was the reverence for the creative power of humanity that drew me towards druidry in the first place. I didn't choose the moniker "hedge bard" for nothing!
  

These are personal interests as much as part of my spiritual path. I take a holistic view of spirituality, where it encompasses everything you do. I may primarily worship and offer prayers at my altar, but I'd like my spirituality to extend into all aspects of my life. In this way, I hope to become a more satisfied person who feels a greater tie with the earth, the cosmos, and all the living things around me, be they plant, animal, or human. Whether or not that view appeals to you, I hope you will follow me along on this journey. It feels good to share something so personal.