About EnchantedWolf

My ongoing experiences, thoughts and essays of a Druid embarked on the Ár nDraíocht Féin Dedicant Path. I’ve been a member of OBOD now for many years, and I’m an Ovate in their Grade system; but I’m finding myself led here by my Patron Deity, Mannannán Mac Lir. In addition to OBOD, I’ve studied at an online Wiccan College for several years, and I’ve also been a member of the Foundation for Shamanic Studies for five or six; I don’t rightly remember. It just seems like I’ve been on this Path for my whole life, and fortunate I am to say so.

Starving for nature

By |August 19th, 2015|

Condensing a long thought process over many years, I’ve decided that instead of waiting until a mythical retirement when I have the money to stop working and tons of time to enjoy myself, I need to focus on actually living in the present and stop postponing life in favor of frugality and putting off following […]

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That Medicine Bag thing….

By |August 12th, 2015|

So, I’ve been working on this lesson for going on 4 weeks now; I had something that wasn’t sitting right with me. The medicine pouch. The assignment was to:

I planned on doing one. I even looked at the leather and fasteners I already had, and planned on creating a lined pouch. I even have all […]

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Cowan’s Chapter 2 on Power Animals

By |July 31st, 2015|

This unit’s required reading was chapter 2, and although I love Tom Cowan, he couches something in the same terms as other folks that really gets under my skin. He says, ‘…a brief period when humans and animals share the same language.’

This is WHY this gets under my skin: humans ARE animals. We’ve just FORGOTTEN […]

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Lesson 5 First Journey notes

By |July 30th, 2015|

My task was to go to the Lower World and find a power animal willing to work with me for the next phase of my training. I was to ask what gifts the animal brought, and why it chose to work with me.

I went down my train tunnel, and my Spirit Mate wasn’t there, because […]

Calling in the Directions at Sunset

By |June 10th, 2015|

Teddy and I went up to a field overlooking the Preserve. It was sunset, and finally cooling off a bit (it was only in the low 90s). I found a stone with some grasses and wildflowers still growing around it – mostly Mexican Hats and Indian Blankets now. Most everything else has gone to seed […]

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