Whose Druidry Is It Anyway? (Part 1)

Misty ancient woodland with twisted trees and moss-covered rocks, sunlight streaming through the branches.
Examining the sometimes forgotten roots of modern Druidry

The other night in a Glastonbury pub, I found myself trying – unsuccessfully – to finish a sentence. I was saying that modern Druidry, particularly as practised in groups like OBOD, owes as much to the English Druid Revival as it does to Welsh cultural tradition. But before I could finish the thought, I was met with a series of good-humoured objections. Iolo Morganwg’s name was invoked almost immediately (because of course it was), and I was told – more than once – that Druidry is Welsh. Full stop. End of debate.

Except it isn’t. That version, as poetic and proudly Cymric as it may sound, leaves out half the tale. This post is the train of thought I didn’t get to finish…

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