Glimpses of spirit, story, and silliness...
This isn’t a big idea. It’s a small one. And that’s the point.
Awen Fragments begins here – not as a fully formed concept, but as a practice. A gentle invitation to write something. Anything. A fleeting thought, a funny moment, a detail that snagged on the edge of attention. A way to get the writing flowing without the need to explain everything.
Each post will be short. Sometimes poetic, sometimes observational, sometimes a bit ridiculous. All I’m doing is noticing. The things that shimmer, that make me laugh, that feel slightly out of step with the rest of the day. The odd magic of a fox in the car park, a child’s drawing chalked on the pavement, the precise shade of sky that makes everything feel like a story waiting to happen.
This is where I let Awen show up in its rawest form: Not grand or polished, not part of a ritual, just… there.
Because Awen doesn’t only arrive in ceremony, it turns up while the kettle boils, while the dog is sniffing something questionable in the grass, while I stand at the bus stop thinking about how weird clouds are. And the moment I write it down – fragmenary, imperfect, real – something begins to stir.
That’s what these Awen Fragments posts are about: a handful of words. A moment noticed. A nudge towards wonder.
I’m not promising profundity, just presence. You might find little insights here, or the odd thoughts that go nowhere. You might find nothing more than the smile of something unspoken.
And that, for me, is Awen in Action
The London Druid 