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Especially for people in Britain, NPT Wildlife has a hidden treasure trove of professional-level hourlong youtube lectures on topics like recognising fungi, biomes, wildlife regeneration and the like.

I really love Inn At The Crossroads for evocative, fantasy-themed recipes which I will never actually cook

Free lectures - information at dw_pagans

I think it’s that what I would be looking for, in meeting Penczak, would not be knowledge, but rather, that deeper thing: an exchange of wisdom. It is my experience that there are kinds of spiritual wisdom that cannot be had in any way other than an exchange, and an exchange between equals, between peers. And not only is it potentially charged for me to assert that I am the peer of someone whose work is widely known, I think it’s also true that the relationship of one peer to another, outside of the closed and narrow world of individual covens or traditions, is one that nothing in the Pagan world is set up to foster.

One of those articles I'm going to be quoting for a long time. by Cat Chapin-Bishop

By G. K. Chesterton

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,

The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.

A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,

And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;

A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread

The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.

I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,

And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;

But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed

To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,

Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,

The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.

His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run

Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?

The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,

But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.

God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear

The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.

My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,

Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,

But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,

And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;

For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,

Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.

Holloways are lower than the surrounding field levels because they have been created by movement of people – not deliberately, but over thousands of years"

England's Mysterious Sunken Roads

From androdragynous on tumblr - as relevant, I think, to curating your religious process as it is to making artworks (for what is religion if not, in some way, a mix of both craft and art?)

this is advice I’ve given friends directly before and I’ve probably also posted it but I really like giving it so here it is potentially again: do not create something for an imaginary bad faith reader.
there will always be someone who finds fault in your work. there will be people who read the messages on it wrong. there will be people who will take every compelling aspect about your work off of it so they can put in their own.

you cannot make art for these people.

you will never write a story that is free from criticism. you will never draw a piece that everyone finds appealing. you will never compose a song that everyone enjoys hearing. you cannot, fundamentally, set out to create something and only think of how you can avoid someone not liking it.

because, and this is key, there will be someone who sees every angle of your story and feels its intent in their heart and gushes to their friends about it. you will draw someone’s favorite art and they will make it their phone wallpaper because they want to see it every day. someone will fall in love with your song and loop it on their way to work because it gets them through the day. and THOSE are the people your work is for. THOSE are the people you have to care about, because they love what you make for what it is - because it’s itself.
if you set out to create something and file off every sharp edge, prune every thorn, you will be left with something fragile and weak, and it will be fragile and weak for the sake of someone who does not exist but that you were scared of anyway.

sharing art is complex and tangled and powerful, and anything you care enough to create deserves to flourish as itself. get sillay.

Feeling: depression

Key to English Place Names - searchable English place name meaning map

Coflein - a searchable Welsh map of historic weird stuff, like old bits of wall, local chapels, & industrial leftovers

Weather: bright and placid

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Some vintage witchcraft documentaries

Link: Ecology videos / recipes

Lectures by Ronald Hutton

A Cup of Coffee and a Bagel with Christopher Penczak

The Rolling English Road

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imaginary bad faith reader

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