Blood Moon Grove

We meet at places like power stations, landfill sites, motorway bridges - sore, damaged places. We go there to "keen" - to ritually lament the violence done to our land and to our ancestors, by our own people. The core of our group began as two of us, both feeling a bone-deep grief for the loss of the sacred, for the harm being done to our lands, between our people. We release our own personal grief too, for the two are interconnected, our personal losses and tragedies laying down a pathway that shows us how to release our grief for the wider world. That uninhibited expression of despair, wailing and choking, shaking and swaying, is an ancient part of our heritage, for the process invokes not only the presence of our grandmothers, but the gods of nature and of our tribe. In that way, it becomes an expression of our spiritual duty, an obligation and a gift, sometimes offering, sometimes sacrifice, for our ancestors and the gods. It is often therapeutic, but also bruising, tearing, and raw. We offer no soothing of this pain, no therapy beyond ritual space wherein we offer our commitment to embody and vocalize our grief. Our framework is Druidic, in our recognition and honouring of our ancestors as well as the land beneath our feet. Our rituals are spontaneous, held strongly between us but with no formality.