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From the Trees

This is sort of a meditation, sort of a practice of mindfulness, one I do as often as I can whenever I am in the presence of a tree, specifically the oak tree in front of my house.

When you find a tree you wish to perform this little activity with, simply observe the tree. What kind is it? How wide is it? How tall is it? How old do you think it could be? What condition is it in? How many branches does it have? Is it bearing blossoms or fruits? Gather as much of this information as you can (feel free to journal and sketch or take notes).

Once you’ve gathered as much about the tree’s appearance as you can, sit in front of it and lean back against it or simply face away from it. Take in everything around the tree. What other plants are nearby? Animals? Where is the tree located? In a yard or in a park? How close/ far is it from a water source? How close is it to other trees? Again, gather as much information as you can.

Now, look around. What does the tree see? What events might have taken place at the locations around the tree? What memories does the tree itself have? What has the tree had to do to survive? (Did it have to grow into concrete? Around electrical wires? Around a house or fence?). Take in as much as you can.

What lessons can you learn from this tree? Grow despite adverse conditions? Change with the seasons? Bend but don’t break during storms? There is a near endless possibility of lessons to learn. This mindfulness can be applied to anything within nature, then shifted to apply it to ourselves. We are, after all, a part of nature.

To me, this is one of the biggest lessons druidry has taught me. Take wisdom, find knowledge, find ways to learn from everyone and everything around me. I performed this meditation with the old oak tree (named Acornelius) in my front yard, and I find I relate very much to that tree.

I hope you all find some lessons from this act of mindfulness! Feel free to share feedback about what you’ve learned.


The Basil Druid


Checking in

I haven’t posted to much here as of late! But I’ll get more things written up for this blog soon. I’ve been rather busy trying to get ahead on the Grimoire Challenge and I’m close to being a couple months ahead. That being said, it’s time for an update!

Little man turned 2 in June and his party was a major success. See picture below.

I’ve had to put my plans for school on hold one more year, in order to make sure finances are in order. I’ve got a collection of my poetry to publish through Amazon, hopefully it will be a foot in the door in order to get more of my writing published. I got my first tattoo for Father’s Day. The Awen on my right shoulder. Definitely getting more.

I’m thinking of moving again, though. Not far from where we live now, still in the area, but definitely out of the city. There are a number of factors contributing to this, mostly the small yard, busy street, and not enough fresh air. But we will see how it goes.

My personal practice is as it always has been, day to day and month to month helping me learn and grow. I’m also trying to figure out what to add to the coven’s sales. Rune Readings? Homemade Tea Lights? Herb/ Spell Bundles? Lots of ideas. Suggestions are welcome.

In addition to that I’ll be doing a giveaway here in the fall on my tumblr, since I somehow gained 5k followers. A blessing that I am most thankful for and appreciative of.

All in all, life rolls on. Keep growing acorns! Dig deep your roots and grow tall your branches. Learn, laugh, love and live.


The Basil Druid

Only Time Will Tell

The past two months have been absolutely crazy. I was struggling really really badly with my mental health there for a bit. Not to say that I am not now, but things have definitely gotten more manageable.

I’ve officially started selling stuff! I really badly want to one day grow into a brick and mortar store, but for now I will stick to selling cute things I make on the internet. I started selling my Charmed Charms officially when I went on my camping trip. For real, a life changing camping trip I tremendously needed. I sorted a few things out in my brain and that’s always good. This camping trip also lead to the next bit: I have jumped states and now live in Ohio, right on the border of Indiana. I took up an offer I could not refuse from a friend who learned just how bad it really was back at home.

So here I am, a Witch with her dog and a few boxes of things living in a whole different state and feeling better than I have ever felt. I can breathe freely, not be constantly told that I am a burden and worthless, AND eat whatever food in the house without fear of getting in trouble. This little town is so perfect, even Meika is loving it here. We aren’t loving the no AC but we are making the best of it by eating lots of frozen treats.

I can’t help but feel like I want to keep my life more private here, protecting myself from all the negativity that I don’t want to follow me. I don’t want to say I left some toxic friends behind, but I did abandon toxic relationships with them. I’m hoping this will serve as a big reset button and the friends that are mad at me for moving without saying anything will come to terms with the fact that I actually did something good for myself, for once. Maybe they will even be happy for me.

Mother May I

I guess I should write even though nothing new has been happening. Still in the sort of limbo of not wanting to die, but not wanting to exist anymore. I also don’t want to keep writing about how horrible everything is but alas, everything has not stopped being horrible.

I have been trying to keep myself busy with this website, and it’s been somewhat working. I decided I am gonna start selling handmade journals, so I have been dying a bunch of paper and practicing some binding techniques. It’s really calming to be artistic. Maybe I will eventually get it together enough to write a tutorial up or something.

Yesterday was Mother’s day and I had the hardest time. The past few have been hard, but I was doing ok, working good jobs, living on my own. This year was different. I spent a large portion of the day hiding under the covers crying. My mom eventually saw and I feel really bad about that, because I didn’t want my pain to effect her mother’s day. If I hadn’t suffered so much loss, she would have three little grand-babies to spoil her. She got her hopes up every single time, and I will never forget the moments I had to tell her that we lost them. I never told anyone about the first one, until the second one happened. I kept it bottled up. I was young and stupid. The second miscarriage, well that one was the most traumatic, go into work early for your gender reveal ultrasound and be told that the placenta is already breaking down. I came and found my mom at work and as she was walking out of the office she saw me coming and instantly noticed something was off and asked what was wrong… I told her I lost the baby and she broke down so bad that she collapsed. She literally fell into my arms, sobbing. Seeing that sort of pain in your mother is THE worst feeling. The ectopic pregnancy, I saw blood and rushed myself to the hospital from work. Got ahold of mom, but not until I had answers from the doctors. She was at a football game that my sister was cheering at. I remember trying not to get frustrated with her and telling her to get somewhere she could hear me. I told her I was in the hospital and “you didn’t get your hopes up again, did you?”…I could feel her soul collapse. She was sobbing and I told her that they were going to do emergency surgery and that I had my people with me and to come after the game, if she wanted to. I’m honestly shocked she didn’t pull my sister and leave right away.

My mom is the most amazing, loving, pure person I know. She goes through so much hell, and has lead a largely unhappy life just to make sure that us girls got the best we could, to make sure we always had a roof over our heads and food to eat. She is so incredible in the way that she has put her own happiness aside to make sure we thrived. It hasn’t always been the best of situations, and for a long time I resented her for making us deal with the things we had to deal with growing up. But then I became an adult, and I understood. I understood that even though I thought everything was terrible, it could have been so so much worse. She sacrificed her own happiness as well. I love her so much and I wish I could give her the whole world. I wish I could make up for all the years she has put up with being miserable, just to make sure that my sisters and I didn’t have it harder than it needed to be. I don’t know what I would do without that woman.


Hello all! I suppose I should have opened with this post, but it’s never to late.

My name is Michael, I’m 28 and I live in northwestern Ohio. I am married and a father of two beautiful children, Nicholas (2) and Danielle (7). I am a trainer and certified welder, with a little bit of blacksmithing training. I’m going back to college to become an English teacher, which has always been a dream of mine. I am also a writer, mostly poetry but with an anthology of short stories that I am in the process of turning into novels.

I am a witch and have been practicing my craft for nearly two decades now. I started around the time I turned ten, introduced to the craft by my best friend and her mother. I am also a member of the OBOD, Bardic Grade, and have been in the path of druidry for nearly eight years. I’m also a polytheist with a focus on worshipping and working for/ with the Tuatha De Danann, specifically Brighid, Lugh, Dagda and Ogma. I go by the nickname Basil or the Basil Druid, or Michael.

I’m an avid sci-fi and fantasy fan, I love reading and video games. I’ve played World of Warcraft since beta, I drink far too much coffee (hazelnut) and smoke a long stem wooden tobacco pipe (cherry cavendish). I have a tumblr for my spiritual/ magical practice which I am in the process of moving here and focusing here ( ) and my poetry blog ( ).

My craft focuses on devotional works, elemental magic, meditation, shadow work, some divination, evocation, craftsmanship and a few other aspects. Most of my workings involve chants, poems or other bits of writing as both devotional acts and a part of my spellwork. I believe that there is power in words, power behind words, power in the meaning of words.

I suppose I’ve rambled enough for now. If there are any questions, feel free to comment or to contact me at


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