I know I don’t often write about my own personal experiences with deities and spirits. There’s a couple reasons for that, including that it’s often hard to put such experiences into words. I also find that discussing such experiences is a very soul baring, exposing kind of thing and I’m not a big one for offering up that part of myself to public scrutiny. The biggest reason though is probably the simplest: it is nearly impossible to put a numinous experience into words without losing the very quality in it that made it numinous. Trying to describe it loses its feeling of mystery. You just can’t really convey in words what it was to experience the thing you are trying to share. Nonetheless I am going to try here, but I’ll take a page from the old Fili and Druids’ books (pun intended) and attempt to do it in poetry.