Artio, you’ve rested so long
Artio, through frigid white.
Mother-Bear, I hear the bird-song,
Emerge with us into the light.
Artio, you’ve rested so long
Artio, through frigid white.
Mother-Bear, I hear the bird-song,
Emerge with us into the light.
an Initiate-Priest's journey diving the depths
Serving the Folk, the Gods, and the City of Pittsburgh since 1992.
Bringing the Ár nDraíocht Féin tradition to Northern NY
Following the White Hart down the Druid path
Home of the Ditzy Druid
Polytheist Musings from the Texas Blackland Prairie