This is the seventh post in the 30 days to Druidry series.
Every day is just a practise for the next.
There will always be more opportunities, other chances. Better-versed practises.
In terms of Druidry, this speaks to me as practising what you preach. Do I live each day as a Druid, practising Druidry?
I’d say so. As the fresh air seeps through my open windows, the rustle of leaves sounds and the smell of the damp earth rises; I feel still. I catch a bus, sit in a dingy lecture hall and write essays while eating junk food – yet in each day, I find the sacred. I light my candle, stop for ten seconds to hear the rain or give a quick prayer of thanks for a meal.
Daily practise need not be an elaborate ritual.
Find a space, and breathe it in. For ten seconds.
And then look for that each day.