Festival Blessings! /|\
When Despair for the World Grows
Grief, Ripening, Connection, Poetry
Philip & poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer in conversation. See Rosemerry’s website: https://www.wordwoman.com/ In Tea with a Druid join a worldwide community of like-minded people interested in nature-based spirituality for a weekly exploration of a spiritual topic and a meditation. Live every Monday at 8pm UK time. Learn more about the Druid community and training at https://www.druidry.org To find all the Tea with a Druid meditations on the ‘Yewtube’ Outdoor Woodland Cinema, go to: https://zodogo.com/yewtube/ The music used in the opening title is ‘Druid Circle’ by Charlie Roscoe.
How to find peace & calm with Druid Meditation
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See Steve’s website and book info here: https://www.stevenmtaylor.com/ In Tea with a Druid join a worldwide community of like-minded people interested in nature-based spirituality for a weekly exploration of a spiritual topic and a meditation. Live every Monday at 8pm UK time. Learn more about the Druid community and training at https://www.druidry.org To find all the Tea with a Druid meditations on the ‘Yewtube’ Outdoor Woodland Cinema, go to: https://zodogo.com/yewtube/ The music used in the opening title is ‘Druid Circle’ by Charlie Roscoe.
A Meditation to Finish 2024 & Welcome the New Year
This is the poem I read in the meditation. The poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer will be joining me in Tea with a Druid on 20th January.
Because
So I can’t save the world—
can’t save even myself,
can’t wrap my arms around
every frightened child, can’t
foster peace among nations,
can’t bring love to all who
feel unlovable.
So I practice opening my heart
right here in this room and being gentle
with my insufficiency. I practice
walking down the street heart first.
And if it is insufficient to share love,
I will practice loving anyway.
I want to converse about truth,
about trust. I want to invite compassion
into every interaction.
One willing heart can’t stop a war.
One willing heart can’t feed all the hungry.
And sometimes, daunted by a task too big,
I tell myself what’s the use of trying?
But today, the invitation is clear:
to be ridiculously courageous in love.
To open the heart like a lilac in May,
knowing freeze is possible
and opening anyway.
To take love seriously.
To give love wildly.
To race up to the world
as if I were a puppy,
adoring and unjaded,
stumbling on my own exuberance.
To feel the shock of indifference,
of anger, of cruelty, of fear,
and stay open. To love as if it matters,
as if the world depends on it.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer