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Continue reading →: Losing My Words
Tomorrow is the day I’m meant to be celebrating because my book will be released! 12 May is the date of release from Crossed Crow Books, and available on Kindle on Amazon (Amazon and Booktopia physical dates seem to have been pushed back). Today I am in the comfy chair…
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Continue reading →: Approaching SamhainMy new book, Herne the Hunter: Myth, Legend and Devotion of the Horned God comes out in one month’s time. I can hardly believe it’s nearly here. Of late my focus has been on watching the changing of the land with where I live now, as being a 66km drive…
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Continue reading →: Grounding and Regulating Post-Moving HouseA few months ago, I found myself in the fortunate position of being able to purchase a house. It was a stressful two months of ensuring all the I’s were dotted and t’s were crossed so I could receive the keys prior to the Xmas shutdown period. And then came…
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Continue reading →: Lughnasadh and the Early HarvestIt has now been one Sabbat-to-Sabbat that I have been fortunate enough to call this quarter-acre block home. I received the keys just after the Summer Solstice in December, and now it feels like Lughnasadh. It feels it so much that I woke one morning and put on an Imbolc…
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Continue reading →: Witnessing the GardenThe fence leans in the way old things do when they’ve seen enough,with flaking paint releasing the old wood so it can listen harder.Its once-white slats catch the last of the light while the garden—unconcerned with brick borders and cemented pathways—carries on doing what it does best:growing a little wild…
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Continue reading →: Open Water
The sun rises over the pond, still as a gentle hand.The lilies drift, never in a hurry,never caring where the wind will push them next.They float, trusting the water to carry them. A wheel turns on its own time,slow, steady, patient.It reminds me that chances often risethe same way sunlight…
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Continue reading →: The Changing Tide
The cliffs hold their lines like an old storycut by years of wind, waves, and stubborn hope.I stand where the water keeps rewriting the shore,letting the past roll in, letting it roll back out. I once thought life would follow a distinguished map,with clean straight roads or neat edges, but…
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Continue reading →: Meeting with the Mother Archetype | Ontmoeting met het MoederarchetypeI find myself circling back into the Archetypes of Self of late. It wasn’t planned, it was more finding a meditation on Insight Timer that interested me – Meet and Commune with your Divine Feminine Archetype. And who did I meet? A short lady around my age with tied back…
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Continue reading →: The Turning SeasonA stillness creeps through the air as youFall from the Blasted Oak –The Tower falls – You feel it in your bones first asa quiet truth whispers, it’s time. Time to stop clinging to wilted leaves,to thank them for their shade,and let them fall.They protected you once – your children…
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Continue reading →: A Blessing
Bare feet press into the earth –the first language I ever spoke.The land hums beneath my skin,and the pulse of the world rises within,slow and certain,like breath after a long silence. The sun finds me – its warmth folding over my shoulders,mending the torn edges of daysI thought I had…
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Continue reading →: Drawing HerneAs the book’s release gets closer (and yes, I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that in nearly every recent post), I wanted to share some of the drawings that will be featured in it. My original plan was to create a sketch for each of the archetypes I wrote about —…
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Continue reading →: Return to the Tide
I walk the new pier where water laps in time,each pulse against the pylonsa rhythm that finds my heartbeatand walks beside it.The boards beneath my feet rememberevery step I’ve taken toward leaving,and every step that led me back. The tide shifts,teaching me softness,how to bend without breaking,how to rise again…
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I’m Rowan
Welcome to BookOfEucalypt, my little piece of the internet since 2011. I write about all things Paganism, Herne the Hunter, my path, with bits of poetry and short stories thrown in for good measure.
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