pilgrimages and meanders
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chelidonThere's a delightful bit of a ramble here, on community, Ireland and Scotland, Christian and pagan spirituality, Celtic sensibilities, ecology, faeries, and many other worthy meanders, by Alastair McIntosh.
...and another interesting piece here, titled "Community, Spirit, Place: a Reviving Celtic Shamanism"
A small excerpt:
Walking back to Killarney I tell her how, traditionally in Celtic culture, eloquence was considered the greatest gift. And I mean eloquence, as distinct from the mere cleverness often implied by our use of the word "articulate." Eloquence, as rooted in the deep poetry of all life. And poetry. What is poetry but that pertaining to the Latin "poesis," from the Greek "poiesis," meaning simply but profoundly, "to make!" To be gifted with words, to know the significance of of "magic words," of a "spell" ... can be literally to reweave the world, or, as in Kenneth White's "geopoetics,"5 to see it being rewoven through and with us by the be-ing of nature. Such poesis is the cutting edge of reality; part of that creative "sacrament of the present moment" where the mythological framework of reality in which our lives paint their meaning becomes flesh from spirit. "In the beginning was the Word," commences St John's gospel.
And of course, poesis is the music and all the other ways of seeing and being which the art of life offers. Starhawk, Adrienne Rich and many of the other feminist prophets of our time take this for granted.6 "Truth is the dare,"7 says Starhawk, beauti fully paralleling from a "pagan" perspective in her book, "Truth or Dare," what Wink draws from Christianity. Truth is both the goal and the source of courage by which we dare.
...and another interesting piece here, titled "Community, Spirit, Place: a Reviving Celtic Shamanism"
A small excerpt:
Walking back to Killarney I tell her how, traditionally in Celtic culture, eloquence was considered the greatest gift. And I mean eloquence, as distinct from the mere cleverness often implied by our use of the word "articulate." Eloquence, as rooted in the deep poetry of all life. And poetry. What is poetry but that pertaining to the Latin "poesis," from the Greek "poiesis," meaning simply but profoundly, "to make!" To be gifted with words, to know the significance of of "magic words," of a "spell" ... can be literally to reweave the world, or, as in Kenneth White's "geopoetics,"5 to see it being rewoven through and with us by the be-ing of nature. Such poesis is the cutting edge of reality; part of that creative "sacrament of the present moment" where the mythological framework of reality in which our lives paint their meaning becomes flesh from spirit. "In the beginning was the Word," commences St John's gospel.
And of course, poesis is the music and all the other ways of seeing and being which the art of life offers. Starhawk, Adrienne Rich and many of the other feminist prophets of our time take this for granted.6 "Truth is the dare,"7 says Starhawk, beauti fully paralleling from a "pagan" perspective in her book, "Truth or Dare," what Wink draws from Christianity. Truth is both the goal and the source of courage by which we dare.
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Date: 2005-04-27 03:36 pm (UTC)For i have written my fair amount off mystical verse and it works magickally here and there, but i can never tell where it starts working.