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Welcome to the MUSINGS room of our digital hearth.

This is a living archive – a gathering of writings, poems, stories, recipes, videos, and handcraft tutorials. Each one is woven through the rhythms of nature, the turning of the Celtic Wheel, and the elemental and archetypal movements of the Irish year. Rooted in the cosmology, indigenous festivals, folklore, myths, and seasonal customs of Ireland, these offerings speak from the old ways into the now – and are gathered here as both an honouring of those who have gone before us, and a lasting reference for those who are to come.

This collection is freely shared as an ongoing gift to the community – yet each piece is the fruit of long attention and handcraft. If you carry it onward, please do so with integrity and give proper credit to the author and source, so the lineage remains unbroken.

Go raibh maith agat.

When Perception Loses The Other

Modern life no longer suffers from invisibility so much as from a saturation of attention. Images, voices, opinions, and selves circulate constantly, soliciting response and recognition, asking to be seen. Beneath this glare of visibility, however, something quieter has begun to fail. Perception itself, once rooted in encounter, has become unmoored from the world it claims to apprehend. For most of human history, perception arose in friction with what resisted us. Ground had

Fire Without a Hearth – On Ritual, Integration, and the Quiet Work of Balance

Something subtle has gone wrong in how contemporary spirituality understands time. The error is not loud. It does not announce itself as distortion. It appears instead as enthusiasm, productivity, and devotion to light. It looks like progress. It feels like forward movement. Yet beneath this constant reaching toward what comes next, something essential is being skipped. The pause. Across modern spiritual practice, attention is repeatedly drawn toward moments of visibility – t

Imbolc and Brigid: On Timing, Thresholds (and Confusion)

Willow, snowdrop and rowan protective talisman for the hearth and home As February approaches, references to Imbolc and Brigid begin to circulate again. Articles are shared, festivals announced, and familiar language returns – new beginnings, fresh starts, the promise of spring. The tone is often hopeful, sometimes celebratory, and usually well-intentioned. Yet for many people, it does not quite land. The difficulty is not with the impulse to mark change, but with how several

The Language That Carries Us: Part Two – When the Word Is Spoken

If Part One belongs to language held in the body, this second movement belongs to the moment when breath becomes sound. In oral cultures, speech is never neutral. Words are not simply descriptive. They are acts. They intervene in the world they enter. This is why, within Irish tradition, language was never treated casually, and why silence was understood not as absence, but as restraint and discernment. To speak was to step into relationship and to accept consequence, not on

The Language That Carries Us: Part One – Before the Word

Oral tradition is fragile. Not because it lacks substance, but because it depends on closeness. It survives only where people remain in relationship – to one another, to place, and to those who came before them. Once that proximity is broken, once knowledge is lifted out of the hearth and placed at a distance, something essential thins. The words may remain, but the transmission weakens. In Ireland, much of what is most vital has never been written down. It has lived instead

Spring, the Air Element, and the Silent Extinction of Words

Imbolc marks the first day of Spring in Ireland and the Celtic Wheel of the Year. The principal element of Spring is Air, and this...

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'A Morning Offering', by John O'Donoghue

I bless the night that nourished my heart To set the ghosts of longing free Into the flow and figure of dream That went to harvest from...

The Feast Day of Brigid (Lá Fhéile Bhríde) and the ancient Irish festival of Imbolc

If you're Irish like me, you will know that today (February 1st) is the feast day of St. Brigid (Lá Fhéile Bhríde), a fixed date holiday honouring Ireland's matron saint. Imbolc (one of our eight indigenous wheel of the year festivals) takes place on February 4th, 2024 (astronomical Imbolc), and this ancient festival celebrates the Earth Awakening. This article aims to clarify the difference between the two, and the connection too, and I highly recommend you read the other Br