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“She had so deep a kinship with the trees, so intuitive a sympathy with leaf and flower, that it seemed as if the blood in her veins was not slow-moving human blood, but volatile sap.”
― Mary Webb, Gone to Earth

“Lille does nae let us harm anything. Any creature.'

'Of course,' Dandelion butted in, 'country prophetesses grow from the same tree as druids. And a druid will go so far as to wish the gadfly sucking his blood to enjoy its meal.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish

“When two kindred souls meet, a confluence forms that joins them in an ancient and eternal way. (Dru)”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth: A Fantastic Mythical Adventure of Courage and Hope, Bound by a Shared Destiny

“Consider the way that so many people nowadays use the word "imaginary" to mean "unreal." In actuality, of course, what we imagine is real in its own way, and it can be powerful and important as well.”
― John Michael Greer, The Druid Path: A Modern Tradition of Nature Spirituality

“One afternoon more than thirty-five years ago I set foot on a path that changed my life. I found a name in a book â€� Brigit â€� and a brief column of text about her. A spark was kindled and I knew I wanted more. This led me to a search for information about Brigit and connection with her that has never ceased. Though my understanding of her has grown and shifted since those first few paragraphs, I remain drawn to Brigit like a lamb to its mother.”
― Mael Brigde, Brigit of Ireland Devotional, A

“The wind was blustering again, whipping the curtains. Peter went over to close the window. The moon was now high on the eastern rise, radiant above the church where small water-cart clouds raced across the sky. About to fasten the window latch, his eye was drawn down to the garden. The fox stood under the apple tree looking up at him. The animal began to bark. Each monosyllabic yip and yap seemed to mimic human speech. By some strange power or spell, Peter could understand what the animal was saying. He heard the words loud and clear.
‘I-am Si-on,� the fox barked. Man and beast looked unwaveringly at one another, neither moving a muscle. The wind stopped blowing, the curtains hung at rest.
Peter leaned out the window.
‘What do you want from me?� he called down.
‘Save-us-from-the-stea-lers,â€� barked Sion. Peter’s mind reeled. It would be madness to believe he could understand what the fox was saying—lunacy to think he could commune with it! ‘I must still be asleep,â€� he reasoned, closing the window. He sat down on the bed, folding his hands in his lap. But this is not a dream. Lying down, he pulled the bedcovers over himself. ‘Save-us! Save-us! Save-us!â€� the fox kept barking from the garden.”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth: A Fantastic Mythical Adventure of Courage and Hope, Bound by a Shared Destiny

“By bringing together our differences we will see how similar we really are. Combining our strengths and talents is how we will survive, and embracing love according to the needs and values of the tribe is how we shall conquer our fear...”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth: A Fantastic Mythical Adventure of Courage and Hope, Bound by a Shared Destiny

“That was what some humans called it: magic. Manipulation of energy, of elements. They could not understand it and so that is how they described it: the unknown, the inexplicable, the terrifying.”
― K.V. Wilson, Incarnate

“The inner teachings of the East ask us to become good householders, in the Buddhist sense: tenders of space and the people who visit that space. Rather than always seeing we can "get, get, get" or extract what we want from life, we begin to ask a new question: How can I become the offering?”
― Frank MacEowen, The Celtic Way of Seeing: Meditations on the Irish Spirit Wheel