A rare piece of fiction that I hope has a few layers worth experiencing on a cold winter evening….
On Becoming a Druid
“Why are you here? “
His gruffness might have been offensive to some, but in his eyes I saw curiosity, compassion almost.
“I want to be a Druid.” I answered. A breeze from the river cooled as it swept through and was gone.
“I didn’t ask you that.” Again, his gruffness might have offended or even frightened some, and I was a bit dumbfounded at the unexpected reply. Finally I said “I want you to teach me to be a Druid.” Continue reading