In the ancient religion of the Celts, Druidry, a Bard would play an important role.
The Bard was basically a story-teller within a community who would weave fables narrating heroic deeds of their ancestors, or melodramatic stories of gods that had come to be worshipped within the Druidic tradition. Basically an ancestral/ nature –worship tradition, the Druids would treasure these stories, allowing them to keep alive a culture which belonged to their ancestors.
The Druid would in his stories weave valour, pain, joy, lust, happiness, sadness, anger & dilemmas of human relationships with the characters in his story – most of the time drawing from his personal experiences in life.
As nature was sacred, I am sure the Bard tended to paint nature as having these feelings too, perhaps incarnated as a goddess within the tradition.
It has also been found that sacrifice – even human sacrifice – formed a part of the tradition.
A Priest was somebody who was intermittently from generation to generation initiated into the occult practises of the tribe – rituals and sacrifices to appease the gods and ancestors, chosen perhaps from childhood – as a token of some Deity’s blessing. The child who grew up this way, practising rituals of the occult could have led a very different life. Was he cunning and plotting, seeped in trances that could accuse any person of treachery, or just a loyal servant of the chief of the tribe?
The Chief perhaps was an Old man, or a council of men who carried the wisdom gathered from generations to another generation of young men.
It is not clear to me if the Bard and the High Priest were different individuals or the same. However it seems practical that ritual and creativity were the onus of two different individuals of the time.
So while the Bard would also track seasons and the stars, the High Priest would perhaps find remedies to tackle natural disasters and seek divine intervention for the well-being of the tribe.
The passing of the seasons, and arrival of new grandeur in nature with the passing of each cycle, was celebrated with rituals, feasts, merry-making and orgies.
And within this tribe, warrior in character, though deeply religious in their attitude; each might have held loyalty to the tribe, gods and the ancestors as vital.
Nature with its life-giving ponds and rivers, herbs and food would have attracted the image of a Benevolent Goddess like figure within their minds.
And through natural calamities, the bounties of nature, stories of ancestral valour and fables of the gods who experienced their very own emotions – here was a society that bowed down to nature, brave enough to defend itself with their handmade tools, closely knit in community-spirit, ruthless to the disloyal and the sacrificial candidate, yet so dearly artistic in their appreciation of the Bard’s stories/ poems of Inspiration.
No monotheistic God to make them greedy and proud, no big possessions to rape nature- they lived with the basic emotions/feelings that a human being would have to deal with when he/she totally surrenders him/herself to the nature and the tribe.
Life was precious, however more precious was the life that was nature and community, and the connection that they – the living and the dead – had with nature.