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Tale of a Scottish Brownie
There was a Brownie who lived and worked in the house of Maxwell, Laird of Dalswinton. This Brownie was particularly close to the...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Lamplighter', by Robert Louis Stevenson
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; It’s time to take the window to see Leerie going by; For every night at teatime and...
Wintering, and how Trees illuminate the Art of Self-Renewal in difficult times
“Wintering… is the courage to stare down the worst parts of our experience and to commit to healing them the best we can. Wintering is a...
The Complex Root Systems of Plants
Winter is the season of the earth element and earth, and it's hard to speak about earth without speaking about physical roots, our...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'A Wintry Sonnet', by Christina Rossetti
A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again. A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome, My sap will...
On Smoke, Mirrors, and Shadow Play
One of the interesting qualities of being human is, by the look of it, we’re the only part of creation that can actually refuse to be...
Observation about the nature of Piskies (Pixies)
I always understood the Piskies to be little people. A great deal was said about ghosts in this place. Whether or not Piskies are the...
The Goddesses of January
As we approach Women's Little Christmas on January 6th, or 'Nollaig na mBan' as it is known here in Ireland, it is worth noting that...
The Miracle that is the Earthly Vessel
The earth element/winter season relates with, amongst other themes, the physical body and your relationship with it. So as a little...
Irish Folklore and Traditions of the New Year
Wandering fairies, returning ancestor spirits, and talking animals comprise some of the folklore and old superstitions associated with...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Spellbound', by Emily Brontë
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Legend of the Winter Rose', by Kenn Allan
The path beyond the garden gate Weaves 'round the olive trees And leads to where the flowers sway Upon a gentle breeze. Behind the heads...