I threw my staff off the deck one afternoon.
Not my proudest moment.
It started with frustration. The kind that hums under your skin and doesn’t have anywhere good to go. I was standing on the deck with my staff in hand, pacing, muttering, getting nowhere. I was upset about something that happened earlier and my mind was racing. Then I did something dumb. I threw it.
Not more than a couple weeks before the incident I just started working on my Druid staff, it’s nothing overly special, just a branch my wife found on a hike with her friend. I had started stripping the bark, sanding it down and deciding what Ogham runes I want to carve into it.
Fast forward to this day, when I decided in a fit of frstration to hrul it off my 2 story deck. It hit the ground hard and disappeared into the hedge below. I remember that little thud more than the actual throw. I heard it fall through the branches of the trees in the forest behind me. It felt like something final. I told myself I’d get it later, when I wasn’t so worked up.
The next day, I decided to go looking for my lost staff. As I was sifting through the woods looking it , a storm rolled in. Wind, rain, the whole thing shaking. I figured that was the universe’s way of scrubbing the scene clean. Telling me, “no, it’s not yours anymore”. Maybe the staff would just… vanish. I wouldn’t have to deal with what the moment said about me.
The next morning, I decided to go looking again anyway. And there it was, just past the hedge, half-buried in wet grass. Not where it should’ve landed. Not even close. I picked it up, wiped the mud off, and brought it inside.
For a while, it stood in the corner of the kitchen like nothing had happened. Then one day it wasn’t there. Nobody moved it. Nobody touched it. It was simply gone… again. But this time not by my own hands.
At first, I thought I’d misplaced it again, but the longer I looked, the quieter I felt. It didn’t feel like something was taken from me. It felt like something had finished its part.
That was the moment Druidry stopped being something I was trying to learn and started becoming something that was happening in real time. Less of a belief system, more of a conversation. And that’s when it turned back up, right where I originally had placed it. Just hidden behind the curtains this time out of obvious sight
So maybe that’s what this space is for.
For the moments that teach without asking permission.
For what disappears and what returns.
Welcome to The Arcane Druid
