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Today, I spoke to the spirit of the tree that I sit under during lunch and recess. I'm not sure if she would be okay with me sharing her name, but she was a delight to talk to!

Talk to your local tree spirits!

The Approaching Fall

Photographed by Freddie Ardley - instagram

Hymn to Cernunnos

By Taliesin

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From the first cries,

Since the Dawn of Time,

Beyond the thick shadow of night,

Beyond the vibrating brightness of the day,

In power you watch and abide,

Rumbling and haughty, protective father.

So many times since your advent the Wheel has turned

So many times in your deep caves the waters have flowed

So many times under your instinct the earth has vibrated

So many times, in your name, mysteries have been revealed.

And the men of old, in the mist, stood up for you

And the women of yesterday, under a dome of stars, danced for you.

From the first tremors of the world

Every union of beings through you has become fruitful.

Wild god, who searches the night

Now I sing to you.

I sing to you, in the ancient woods.

I sing to you, according to the wind that inspires.

I sing to you, on the sacred heights of my country.

I sing to you in front of the world

And reaffirm the bond that unites me to You,

the Mist Slayer

He who opens our heights

You, the bearer of the flame of life

Masters of beasts and serpents,

Thou Great Purifier

He who kneads the creative humus

And survey our dreams as priests.

By the Deer that splits the forest

By the torque and the serpent!

Womb of the Mother!

Holy Mound!

Life Force!

Dark Roots!

Let the golden sap rise!

I sing to you, Flayed Lord!

I name you, Fertile God!

O Cernunnos!

Great Horned!

Regent of the Other Kingdom!

In the right balance that ties it all together

Let your power purify the Earth from all defilement,

And rekindle in us the fire of Life.

Let your wild spirit enter this circle,

Envelop this circle,

Protect this circle.

May your free spirit, nourished by ageless instinct,

Awaken in these places the Supreme Wyvern!

Taliesin is an important figure in Celtic mythology and Welsh literature, both a sixth-century historical poet and a mythical bard of Welsh literature.  It is not always easy to tell them apart, especially since the latter is sometimes equated with Myrddin.  His name is also associated with the Book of Taliesin, a collection of manuscript poems from the tenth century but thought to be contemporary in composition with the historical bard.  Legend makes him the "Chief of the Bards of Brittany".