#druidpath

[thesylvanpath]

Some days, my Druid path looks like carefully planned rituals, pages of grimoire writing, and intentional connection with the world around me.

Other days… it’s just me, sitting in silence, staring at my grimoire from across the room, too lazy to pick it up but still thinking about it.

And honestly? Both are valid.

Rest is part of the cycle.

Inaction is part of reflection.

Sometimes the most spiritual thing I do all day is acknowledge that I’m tired, unmotivated, or just… human.

The path isn’t always full of grand ceremonies or perfectly worded journal entries.

Sometimes, it’s small moments of awareness—the quiet recognition that this too is part of my journey.

[philosophyofkrow]

Nature is my sanctuary

The wilderness my home

Dwelling here in solitude

The earth is in my bones

[philosophyofkrow]

Break bread and share your abundance, give thanks for all your blessings, life is short and love is precious.

[philosophyofkrow]

Sunrays and shadows dance upon our skin..

[thesylvanpath]

Initiation Incoming

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.

And I will become.

[druidenwerk]

Die Hände sind montiert, das Gerüst lässt nur schwer erahnen wie der Wächter nach Fertigstellung seine Gestalt offenbart /|\ Die Vorfreude steigert sich täglich 🤣🙏 #wächter #gewandung #druid #druidpath #germandruid #statue #betonfigur #druidsofinstagram #druidenwerk #weserbergland (hier: Brökeln, Niedersachsen, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiiQcK8oU_Q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[druidenwerk]

Nur nicht hängen lassen, das ist mein Motto in vielen Lebenssituationen. Auf meinen Walnussbaum klettere ich noch immer gern, wenn auch nicht mehr ganz so fix wie früher. Im Kopf bin ich tatsächlich noch oft der kleine Junge mit Freude am Leben und dem Spaß am Klettern. Erhaltet Euch diese Freude solange es geht und ignoriert einfach die Kommentare über Eure Lebensweise /|\ Beste Grüße aus dem sonnigen Weserbergland Euer Druide Michel vom Berch. 🇬🇧🇦🇺: Just don't let yourself down, that's my motto in many life situations. I still like climbing my walnut tree, even if it's not quite as fast as it used to be. In my head, I'm actually still often the little boy who enjoys life and enjoys climbing. Keep this joy as long as you can and just ignore the comments about your way of life /|\ Best regards from the sunny Weserbergland Your druid Michel vom Berch. #druid #druidry #druidpath #germandruid #germandruid #lebensweg #lebensweisheiten #walnuss #walnussbaum #kindskopf #lebensfreude (hier: Bodenwerder) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cic8jVhoSRc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[theaccidentaldruid]

A dying dragonfly found me today. I held it and shielded it from the wind and found a sunny little plant for it to sit on by the water. It wanted to be up high but it's wings were shriveled and wouldn't function anymore. I don't know if dragonflies feel happy, but it seemed to want to be up high (it kept climbing as high up on my hand as it could) and the plant seemed to be what it wanted. I cried over it. Adult dragonflies have very short lifespans and I know that, and I'm sure it had just reached the end of its natural life (and getting old and dying without being eaten is a privilege not many wild things get). But I felt like it had found me and it was a life ending and I felt like that life needed to be honored. So I held it and recognized its existence and looked into its eyes and mourned its passing. I feel like a part of learning to honor all existences is things like this... not looking past the ant on the sidewalk or a dying dragonfly or the earthworm I rescued from a gravel path and placed back in leaf litter. Not focusing on the glamorous animals such as white rhinos and great apes at the expense of the mundane animals... squirrels and sparrows and dragonflies. We can't save everything and death is not bad. But each existence should be honored as one that has been, is, and will be, and touched the earth while it was here.