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Druid Wisdom Podcast team, Keara & Dave, of the Ancient Order of Druids in America (AODA) invited me in for a fun, laid back interview. Grab a cup of tea, cozy up and take a listen … Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/4CAiwXa7EK4H1ONvzMi1cC iHeart link: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-druid-wisdom-88584508/ Buzzsprout.com link: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1870677/ Podcast Addict…

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after a few more frustrating attempts at trying to engage and being met with hostility to the concept of non celtic-neopagan druids, I turned to the forums of the place that had given me the introduction that I liked

I thought they were mostly dead at least for public view, but learned there were a range of forum space between being a not logged in user and "joining the order as a member"

after creating an account and making intro I got to see more of the forum and the conversation there is much more open.

the order also has as its primary curriculum for its first degree reading actual ecology books of your specific region and not herbalism or foraging or "Celtic plant lore" .

which is great!! that's what I want druidry to be, a container for spirituality and learning that's grounded in the complex ecology we live in.

I can feel it building.

Like thunder behind the clouds, or the way the air stills right before the storm breaks—my Druidic initiation is near. And let me tell you, the anticipation is excruciating in the most delicious way.

I've been gathering what I need slowly, reverently—candlestick holders that felt like they chose me, ritual cloths I've charged with care, incense and flame, breath and intention. Each item has its own quiet story, its own whisper of magic.

Home, though sacred in its own right, doesn't feel like the place. So I went walking—listening to the wind, the water, the trees—and I found it. A quiet spot in the park, tucked away like it had been waiting for me. Not mine by ownership, but by invitation. Earth, Sea, and Sky gave a nod.

The date is picked. The moon will be watching. And I? I’m ready to step across this threshold. Not into something new, exactly—but into something ancient. Something remembered.

Soon, I will speak the words that make it real.