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
It has been snowing quite a bit here in Michigan for November; it almost feels more like the day after Christmas than the day after Thanksgiving. As can probably be expected, people tend to spend more time indoors when it is cold, especially when snow is involved. This inevitably results in the congregation of people, with families to their houses, students to their classrooms or commons, and so on. When people get together, they tend to talk. It is a great opportunity to share stories. Continue reading