The druid child is born on the shores of a deep and ancient lake. The lake is birth and death, the great emptiness that is alpha and omega. The mother, giving birth, dissolves into primal unity. The pain and ecstasy of birth are not her own, they are rings around the silence she has collapsed into.
Nature herself is giving birth, the forest and shore are opening up to bring new life into the world.
The father offers his gentle but firm support, holding the mother’s hand as she passes over this great threshold. The mother’s sister is also present, reciting an ancient mantra to entrain the mother’s body to the rhythms of labor.
As a young boy, the child goes racing through the forests, delighted with everything he finds there. He plays games with his friends and with nature spirits; he gets to know the plants and the trees. He lives by the cycles of nature, as all beings do, and universal kinship is a simple fact of life.
As the boy grows, his energy begins to stabilize and he becomes more contemplative. He learns the relationships between the elements of his world; he learns what is safe and what is dangerous.
He begins to learn that some relationships go deeper than play, as he learns to defend what his heart treasures most and prune away that which ceases to serve the whole. When he was younger, his feet barely touched the ground as he ran and danced across the forest floor. Now his step is slower and more deliberate as he takes the time to really observe the world around him.
As a young man, our druid’s thoughts turn to love. The love of the druid is universal — it has no center, it is shared by all life, animate and inanimate. He may form a special bond with another — undoubtedly, he will form many special bonds. He does not limit himself or feel shame for what or who his nature draws him toward. He recognizes that it is joy and peace of mind which are the yardsticks for right and wrong.
As a man, he finds his role in the community. He will be a leader, a warrior, a spiritual guide, a gardener, a healer, an entertainer, and a friend. These are all aspects of who he is, though some may shine through clearer than others. He knows his way around the forest, and he treats his home with reverence and respect, though his heart remains light and unburdened. He takes on his responsibilities knowing fully well that nothing lasts forever.
The druid’s awareness and sensitivity to the cycles of life only deepens. As he grows old, he loses his sense of self to the cycles, and becomes a mouthpiece for nature. His power is that of the Cosmos, vast beyond comprehension, yet humble as a flea. In everything he does he tells the story of life, planting the seeds of wisdom in the minds and hearts of the next generation.
The druid does not die, but is reborn as the totality. The druid’s decomposing body still holds his wisdom, which becomes part of the fabric of life. The body is not burned, embalmed, or sealed in a coffin — it is offered as a gift to Mother Earth, just as it was given.