Folking Wyrd Blog

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The Fruit of Life

In modern society there seems a continuous desire for separation. An adolescent hunger to separate oneself from the grip of one’s parentage and from the supposedly inconvenient spectre of duty. Creeping forth along the...

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Tears That Nurture New Dawns

Clerical religions seem to be a force in which temporal agendas may be pushed in the name of the Eternal. Political and economic ideologies also assume a place at the table of the Timeless,...

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Deep Roots Through A Long Winter

You are damned if you do, and damned if you don’t. Martinmas-tide approaches, the long winter nights are upon us in the Northern Hemisphere; nights where traditionally time at the hearth would be passed...

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Take Stock: Michaelmas Tide

Michaelmas Tide is upon us. An old English “Quarter Day” where debts were settled and new contracts established. A perfect tide to quite literally take stock of our lives. Let us reap what we...

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Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,       Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be       For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance       I have not...