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A couple of months ago, I researched Celtic love stories for a storytelling program,

and I found very many, very beautiful descriptions of the beauty of women, but none of the beauty of men.

And I thought, well, that's basically unfair.

And, well, the Celtic warriors couldn't be that ugly.

Anyway, and at the same time, I was reading a book about Jewish folk customs in Eastern Europe,

and I found a very, very nice, highly heretical, cabalistic rite in which Jewish women recite a certain paragraph from the Song of Solomon over a bowl of water with flower petals floating in it.

And I thought, that's beautiful. That's really nice stuff. I want something similar for us druids to use and this is it.

I went to the woods to find my beloved. My hair unbound, unbound my very being, if not in love for him.

I went to the woods to find my beloved, but my beloved was not there.

I called in the valley, but he didn't answer.

I cried in our grove, but he did not come.

The mountain wolves found me.

They hunted me for their prey.

The wolves chased me back to my home.

I charge you, O brothers and sisters of my tribe.

If you find my beloved, tell him that I'm heart-sick and beaten.

What is thy beloved more than another beloved? What is thy beloved more than another beloved? What is thy beloved more than another beloved that thou dost charge us?

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