Reviews of the Druid Camp 2004
Coming to craft a review of this year, a few years on, I realize my memory is too erratic to piece together the various moments into a flow. Instead then, I present simply a montage of photographs, with a few words, and a poem that sums it up beautifully.
Our Camp ritual in 2004 was based upon the ogham tree alphabet, each group
studying, exploring and presenting different trees.
The rite was held up in the Mistletoe Grove. A torch was brought to light a snall fire in honour
of the trees, the land, the ancestors and the gods.
Between and around the rituals, talks, performances and workshops, there was the usual easy peacefulness.
People found space to meditate or walk alone, or gathered to chat, to share stories and music.
Warriors of the tribe wore their traditional armour for ritual.
As well as the Saturday market place, where individuals offer their creativity, we have a few stalls on site manned by the Rainbow crew, selling drums, fleeces, clothes and the like.
On Saturday night, the wonderful protest band Seize
the Day played for us, the whole camp dancing in the marquee to their sounds
... pedal-powered, of course.
The masked ball allowed yet more time to dance.
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