A Druid Out of His Forest
I’d meant to have a schedule posted as to where I’ll be at Pantheacon this weekend, so any of you fine folks whom I haven’t met might find me, ’cause I’d like to meet ye’.
Rather, though, let’s just try to run into each other, yeah? There’s a few things I know for certain I’ll be at. These include:
- Patheos Pagan Blogging panel (Friday, 1.30pm)
- Furious Revels (Friday, 5pm)
- Gods and Radicals (Satyrday, 11am)
- Turning the Wheel (Satyrday, 1.30 pm)
- The Morrigan Speaks: Arise to Battle (Satyrday, 7pm)
Also, I’ll be intermittently helping Alley Valkyrie vend for Practical Rabbit during the daytime.
So yeah, come find me! I’ll be the thuggish-looking tea-drinking guy who’s much nicer than he appears.
“By This I Am Made Restless, By This I Am Made Mad”
Pining, we wander the forests of desire.
For Brân
I mentioned this before, but I figured I’d mentioned it again. Satyrday’s my birthday. It’s also the feast of the beheaded saint Valentine.
It’s also a very great day to feed Ravens. And Crows, Jackdaws, Magpies, Jays and Rooks. It’d be kinda the coolest birthday gift ever, and in many places in the mid-northern climates, they’re eating in preparation for laying.
Peanuts or other large seeds or nuts are a great idea. You can do it for me if you want; cooler if you do it for Bran, instead. But either way, pretty awesome if you do it for them.
Thanks! And be brutally well.
