The Fallow Season
There’s a particular kind of guilt that comes when your spiritual practice goes quiet. You wonder if you were ever really doing it at all. Here’s why that question is the wrong one.
There’s a particular kind of guilt that comes when your spiritual practice goes quiet. You wonder if you were ever really doing it at all. Here’s why that question is the wrong one.
I threw my staff off the deck in frustration and watched it disappear. The next day, a storm came, signaling it wasn’t mine anymore. When I found it half-buried, I realized Druidry was now an unfolding conversation.