Today’s “Druid of the Day” also happens to be a Druid full-time: presenting Cat Treadwell, a British Druid who lives in Derbyshire, UK. (That’s “Darbyshire” for us Yanks who might actually trust English spelling, along with “clerk” and “Berkeley” as they’re pronounced in the mother country.) Cat’s out about her Druidry, her blog The Catbox is worth reading, she’s just published a book based on her experiences, and there’s a fine interview of her at the Wiccan Pagan Times. So if you’re inclined, there’s some reading for you. I won’t spoil it by discussing it here.
Most of all I honor Cat because she exemplifies the spirit in the villanelle by Theodore Roethke, “The Waking”:
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
“Great Nature” always has other things to do, and doesn’t hold back but simply does them. And for three of them right now — you, me, and Cat Treadwell — I’m grateful, and offer this short post in thanksgiving.
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A Druid Way 