On a crisp autumn morning as the mists begin to clear and the frost tide leaves behind a myriad of fresh cobwebs…

The old woodland that I walk the dog in and has many times before seems different to other mornings, silent yet moving, timeless, caught between seasons and then……

My heart races, my pulse quickens, my old faithful dog lifts his ears like a young pup…..

A group of three Roe deer race past suddenly a blur of movement amid the peace……

The spirit of the forest has given me this gift, the Green man has blessed my time among his trees….

I’m often asked why did you choose the name Green Man Ceremonies?

Since I can remember I’ve had an affinity with the Green man, the elusive man of the wood, the guardian of trees, the trickster of the forest.

Maybe I like that he isn’t owned by a religion or belief system, he’s often borrowed but remains free to roam wild on the land.

The Green man is possibly one of the oldest and purest of the native gods of northern Europe, yet his name has been forgotten…..

There are many possibilities names to put to him, Jack of the Green, Robin, Herne the Hunter, Pan, Cernunos and many others, yet the Green man is something more…..

He is often depicted as a mature bearded man, but not always, there are young Green men, Green skulls, and a growing number of Green Women dotted around our landscapes.

For me, he carries the spirit of the land, the mystery of the past and the hope of the future into our lives.

There are countless blogs about the history of the Green man so I won’t dwell long on this here. What matters is his ability to adapt to every new age without losing his nature.

When the Christian church encouraged the people to worship inside, the Green man followed them in.

Many of our church buildings have images of faces peering out of foliage at those who turned their backs on the cold woodland glade as sacred space.

Among my favourites is Southwell Minster where the carvings in the elaborate Chapter house escaped being destroyed by Cromwellian soldiers and protestant reformers. Another favourite is Rosslyn Chapel in the Scottish borderlands where over 100 Green men keep silent secrets.

I also like that the Green man is both Pagan and Christian, he is the lover of Goddess, giving new life to the earth with each new season but he also teaches the wisdom of the crucified God, that new life will always conquer death, that hope always follows despair.

And yet no words are ever given, he is silent and his message is always simple, without doctrine or dogma.

His message comes upon the wind, in the movement of the trees, upon birdsong and in the majesty of the mighty stag.

With recent developments in the true nature of trees and the mycelium root systems (this will be another blog), I find the Green man beginning to talk to this age once again about the importance of working with nature not against it.

I hope to always be open to his message and feel my calling is to gently bring other people into a relationship with the Green man and this land that we live in. May we always aim to have the ability to look to nature for solace and hope and adapt to the changing seasons of life.

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