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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, recordings, and handcraft tutorials shaped through the rhythms of land and season. Each piece follows the movement of the Celtic Wheel of the Year, attentive to the elemental and archetypal currents that mark the Irish year. Rooted in Irish cosmology, our native festivals, folklore, myth, and seasonal custom, these works are gathered here as both an honouring of those who have gone before us, and a lasting reference for those who are to come.

What is gathered here is not assembled quickly. Each piece is written through long attention, careful research, and the ongoing work of folklore collection and documentation. This is cultural work. It is time-intensive, and it carries real cost, even where it is shared freely. This archive remains open because a small number of people choose to support it. Without that support, work of this kind disappears – or is reduced, diluted, or lost.

If you find yourself returning here, reading regularly, or drawing from what is shared, you are already part of this field of work. Becoming a patron of it is a way of standing behind the continuation of living tradition – supporting the preservation, documentation, and transmission of Irish folklore and cultural memory into the future. If you wish to support the work and help sustain this living library, you can do so here:

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The Bog Shaman: An Invitation to Intimacy, Wonder, and Place at the home of the Cailleach Bhéarra

On the Beara Peninsula, winter enters quietly through the bog. It always has. This is the land’s first threshold, the place that feels the shift long before the rest of the world takes notice. Winter comes on the scent of damp earth and peat, in the faint metallic clarity of cold air, in the soft resistance beneath your boots as you step onto the dark, springing ground. Before frost etches its fine geometry across stone and heather, the boglands are already turning inward. Mo

Where the Womb Enters Winter

Menopause is most often framed as loss – of fertility, rhythm, relevance, ease. It is medicalised, managed, and softened, yet rarely understood in terms of season. What is absent from much of modern societal language is a more fundamental recognition: the womb, like the land, has a winter. Nothing that lives is organised for perpetual outward motion. Growth withdraws. Energy consolidates. Life turns inward in order to endure. In indigenous cultures shaped by land and season,

Elemental BEing and the Language of Nature

A reflection on returning to the elemental language of being, where the states we move through are not problems to fix but seasons to honour. If we began to describe ourselves through the language of nature, we might find a gentler way of understanding who we are. So much of the modern world teaches us to define ourselves by what is wrong, to diagnose, to categorise, to measure. But the earth doesn’t work like that. It changes by relationship, not by rule. The oak doesn’t apo

At the Waters of the Equinox

At the edge of the valley, the mountain rises in stone and shadow. At its foot the lake lies still, receiving the whole mountain into...

The Womb, The Waters, And The Memory Of The Blood

This is an essay on blood, water, and memory – and the rituals that once wove body and land together from first bleed to last. To tend...

The Mythic Tapestry of West Cork and Munster

Munster is a land of stone and tide, of folded green hills and winds that come salt-laden from the western sea. To those who walk its...

The Body of a River, The Body of a Human

The magical Esknamucky Waterfall. Photograph by Nigel Wheal A river is never still, even in its seeming quiet. Beneath its skin lies a...

The Arc of Fire, and 'Emotional Kintsugi'

In Ireland, we say that story is medicine. Our indigenous oral traditions do not treat story as unburdening, but as offering – something...

Beauty and the Shapeshifter

What does it mean to live in a world where beauty is everywhere and yet nowhere? Where our eyes are flooded with polished images, but our...

Samhain and the Cailleach

Samhain, the astronomical moment of liminality, is drawing closer. Although Halloween will be celebrated on the 31st of October, the...

St Brigid, Lá Fhéile Bríde, and Imbolc – Clarifying the Distinction and the Thread Between Them

If you are Irish, as I am, you will know that today, February 1st, is the feast day of St Brigid – Lá Fhéile Bhríde – a fixed-date catholic holy day honouring Ireland’s female patron saint. Imbolc, one of the eight indigenous festivals of the Celtic Wheel of the Year, takes place on February 4th in 2024 when observed astronomically. This article aims to clarify the distinction between these two dates, as well as the deep relationship between them. I also recommend reading th

The Hazel Tree in Irish Magic, Witchcraft and Folklore

The hazel tree was held in high and mystical regard by the ancient Irish people. In Irish mythology the hazel tree was said to bestow wisdom and it is often considered the Irish tree of knowledge but the fact that we find hazel nuts at our much older megalithic sites shows that the tree was considered sacred in Ireland long before the arrival of the Celts. Archaeologists believe that hazelnuts are found at these sites because they were considered a good food to offer to the a

The Amadán - The Most Dangerous Fairy of All?

The Amadán is a denizen of fairy said to be most active during the month of June and a fairy being sometimes linked to the solstice itself. This fairy is also considered to be a companion to those born in this month, (of which I am one!), and often whether they like it or not! A trickster-like being, the Amadán is unpredictable, and accounts of their work and deeds leave no real explanation regarding motives in many cases. The Amadán can appear as either the Amadán na Brui

The Sheela na Gig - An Ancient Fertility Goddess?

Sheela na Gig’s are stone carvings of women exposing their genitals which are found mostly on church buildings associated with the Normans, however they have also been found outside Ireland and many believe they are vestiges of older, Pagan iconography. There has also been some support for two carved figures found on Boa Island, Co. Fermanagh to be considered as part of the Sheela na Gig family and one of these carvings is believed to be pre-Christian. Sheela na Gigs can als

St Brigid: Dove Among Birds, Vine Among Trees, Sun Among Stars

Starting next year, we’ve been given a new National Holiday! February 1 is celebrated as St Brigid’s Day in Ireland and to honour our...

Brigid: The Pagan Goddess(es) of Ireland?

Imbolc is a celebration of the returning light and Brigid herself is believed to be an incarnation of a Proto-Indo-European dawn goddess,...

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 Deer Mother: Earth's Nurturing Epicenter of Life and Death

The animal mother is one of the most ancient images of birth-giving goddess, spanning continents, millennia, and cultures. Marija...

Mothers Night: The Ancient Pagan Origins of Santa?

An ancient winter festival which stems from at least the Iron Age is Mothers Night or Modraniht. This celebration took place on what is...

The Time of the Cailleach

It is again a time of seasonal change and the Cailleach has stepped through the veil and into our world. The fields are bare and the wind...

You may have noticed that your capacity has changed. What once moved easily now takes more from you, or does not move at all. Attention slips more quickly, and rest does not seem to reach as deeply as it should. Continuing in the same way is no longer workable, even if you cannot fully explain why.

Nesting: The Human Work of Shelter and Becoming™ is a long-form, self-paced online programme written for this shift in capacity. It offers a way of working with reduced energy, withdrawal, and the need for space without forcing resolution or trying to restore a previous pace. Instead, it allows a different kind of order to take shape, based on what is actually possible now.

The work centres around essential movements which include reducing unnecessary exposure, creating conditions that can hold you without strain, and learning how to remain with what is present without pushing for change. Over time, effort reorganises, and steadiness begins to return without pressure.

A nest is built in response to need, shaped from what is available, and held only for as long as required. Within it, life gathers strength without interruption. When that strength is established, movement resumes naturally.

This is a body of work to live with rather than complete. It is written and delivered through the Online Hedge School, allowing you to return to it at your own pace, in accordance with your own capacity. The work has been shaped through decades of clinical practice, facilitation, and teaching.

Full programme details: theheartofritual.com/nesting

The Online Hedge School is the dedicated home for my long-form online curricula in Irish cosmology, the Celtic Wheel of the Year, archetypal psychology, elemental philosophy, and Irish folklore. Each body of work is structured for depth, discernment, and cultural integrity, and is designed to be studied wherever you are, at your own pace.

Find out more at: theheartofritual.com/onlinehedgeschool
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A small nest rests upon stone, scarcely larger than an inch across, holding two eggs no more than 6 mm in length. Moss, windfallen lichen, and thin strands of abandoned spider silk gather into form, each movement asking for patience beyond ordinary scale. Worked with a small twig in place of a beak, the structure follows not only the proportions of the Bee Hummingbird — the smallest bird species known — but also its weaving methods and materials, learned through observation and adapted with what was available here. I chose this bird because Jeremie always moved through the world like a hummingbird — vivid, restless, intensely alive. Beautiful. Ephemeral.

The materials carry their own stories. A tiny clear quartz cluster comes from the Beara, my home. The stone beneath the nest was gathered along the rose granite coast of Brittany, where Jeremie was from — a place I stop at each year while travelling between Ireland and the Alps to leave small offerings for loved ones who have passed. Windfallen lichen was fixed gently with bone glue before the nest was set in place, allowing these places and journeys to meet within a single ground.

The eggs are formed from selenite Jeremie and I gathered together in Spain. There are two: one for Jeremie, and one for those who love him, held together within the same fragile space of grief.

News of his death reached me days after it happened, leaving no way to stand where farewell was taking place. In the weeks that followed, my hands turned toward making as a way to steady myself and give prayer somewhere to live. The nest became an altar — a place where immense love and immense grief could exist together.

For a year it has remained here, held between making and return. When I go back to the island where Jeremie lived, it will be left among the places we once shared, given back to weather, wind and time, with a view of the sunset he loved.

This tiny nest holds the work of standing witness across distance. It honours Jeremie and those who love him, held together within remembrance — a reminder that sacred spaces can be made wherever care, memory and attention gather.

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Twenty-four thorns establish the perimeter. Gathered in winter from whitethorn, blackthorn, crabapple, and a rose long rooted here, they form four pillars within the rose family. A square implied beneath a circle. Stability preceding light.

The thorns do not meet. The red stitching does not seal them. What is formed here is not a container but an enclosure.

An enclosure breathes. It marks a boundary without suffocating what lives within it. The language we choose shapes the structures we build. Within the Biophilia Mentorship this month, we have been tracing this relationship between word, pattern, spell, and energetic architecture – how speech becomes structure, and how terminology can quietly limit what it claims to protect.

This work is a form of non-verbal reasoning. The ground is eco-printed from fallen rose leaves steeped in iron-rich bog water. The fibre binding each thorn was dyed from windfall petals of that same rose. Thorns gathered in dormancy, fibre drawn into tension. A restrained sun without excess.

At the centre there is space. This is deliberate. Between the first stirring of the year and the full commitment of outward movement, there exists a narrow interval in which what has newly come into being remains intelligent yet fragile. Protection at this stage is not confinement, it's orientation, awareness, discernment. The open centre allows whatever is forming to be placed there – a vow, a direction, a body of work, a household, a season of repair. The structure adapts. It does not entomb. This is work that walks, lives, and breathes.

Biophilia is a year-long, one-to-one online mentorship moving through the Celtic Wheel of the Year, rooted in Irish cosmology and informed by archetypal psychology, elemental philosophy, and lived land-based practice. It follows seasonal rhythm as structure rather than metaphor, working through hand, language, material, and sustained dialogue across the year.

Applications are now open. For full details and to apply visit theheartofritual.com/biophiliamentorship

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Between Imbolc and the Spring Equinox there is a room most people walk through without recognising it. The light is lengthening and lambs are unsteady on the fields, sap beginning to rise in the hedgerows, and in the mind something leans forward, eager for movement. Restlessness can feel persuasive at this time of year. It can dress itself up as readiness. The land is not doing that.

What is happening now is slower and more deliberate. Frost still holds in shaded corners. The hills carry last season’s damp beneath the brightening sky. The ground has not yet settled enough to bear full weight. Beneath what appears as emergence there is a strengthening underway, a gathering of coherence before effort. The visible stirring rests on an invisible consolidation.

Imbolc places Brigid first as midwife and keeper of the hearth. This is the tending phase, the guarding of what is fragile, the quiet fortifying of what will later have to stand. Only as the Equinox draws near does she shift into torchbearer and way-shower, carrying fire forward into Bealtaine and the long bright stretch beyond. The sequence is exact. If we reverse it, something thins.

Impatience belongs to the air season, when thoughts quicken and plans multiply. A subtle agitation can mistake movement for progress. But haste has consequence. Energy disperses. The nervous system goes forward unprepared. What should have been steadied in stillness is dragged into motion unfinished.

The work now is not outward display, but inward alignment. It may look like fewer commitments, quieter evenings, stronger boundaries around time and attention. It may look like walking the same path until the mind settles, or standing beside a field long enough to notice how little has actually changed. This is not passivity. It is calibration.

Spring is often imagined as ignition, yet its first labour is containment — strengthening what will soon be asked to carry weight. Living in step with that pacing is not dramatic, but it is decisive. It shapes how we will meet the growing year.
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There is a lifetime of story held beneath these pictures. Sheep’s wool gathered from the hedgerows of West Cork, lifted from brambles where ewes passed in winter, washed, carded, and dyed with plants met through seasonal land work. The soft, muted pink beneath my finger comes from willow pruned in its dormant season. Storm-damaged branches were cleared, rods cut while the sap lay low for weaving and living structure, and only the smallest fragments steeped for pigment. Compost comes last.

Spring moves in filaments and fibres. Thought travels in strands. Sheep’s wool belongs to this season. In Ireland the pastoral year shapes the ritual year. The ewe heavy with lamb gives Imbolc its name. When fleece takes on the hue of willow – the tree of February – riverbank and meadow meet in one thread. Nothing has been imposed. It has been observed.

Willow runs through my work in quiet continuity. From winter pruning come baskets, growing supports, bird feeders, Brigid’s crosses, charcoal, plant paper, glaze, and colour. This year cuttings are being gathered for Heartlands Field, where a living hedge will steady a wind-struck slope, hold moisture, shelter small creatures, and in time feed the first bees of the year. Heritage varieties are being planted so craft can be learned again through practice rather than nostalgia.

I do not teach plants as commodities. I teach attention. There is a difference between asking what a plant is good for and learning who it is within its landscape. We move through their space, at their pace.

The pink wool in this photograph holds river, ewe, thorn, wind, fire, field, and bee. It is not a product. It is a record of relationship.

If you feel called to work in this way, one place remains in the herbal apprenticeship, beginning April. Two places remain for the Irish HeARTbeat Retreat this Autumn. Elements of Being, our one week residential in Cailleach country this Samhain, is nearly full, so be sure to book soon. Applications are open for the next cycle of my one to one Biophilia Mentorship.

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Autumn Equinox HeARTbeat Retreat
Bantry, West Cork, Ireland | September 26 + 27, 2026

This September, the Irish heARTbeat Retreat returns to West Cork for a women's Red Drum birthing gathering rooted in the womb, the rose, ancestral tide, memory, moon rhythm, and the Enchantress.

Held within the turning of the Autumn Equinox, this weekend honours the season when the outer world softens and the inner world grows more audible. It is a time for deep listening rather than striving, cyclical awareness rather than linear progress, and meeting the emotional and ancestral waters that shape belonging, protection, release, and renewal.

Across the gathering, each participant ceremoniously births her own Red Rose and Red Ochre Ritual Drum and Sounder - created not simply as instruments, but as lifelong ritual colleagues formed through relationship with land, material, story, and personal rhythm.

Participants work with rose petal dye grown in my own garden, hand gathered West Cork ochre, ethically sourced Sámi reindeer rawhide, hand-shaped birch hoops, wild botanical colour, plant bundles, local quartz crystal, and botanically dyed West Cork sheep’s wool. Each drum and sounder carries the imprint of place, season, and personal story.

The work meets ancestral and emotional themes through craft, rhythm, folklore, and seasonal ceremony rather than therapeutic excavation, allowing the process to remain grounded, creative, and deeply held. The gathering is intentionally small and carefully guided throughout.

Full details, including the downloadable colour brochure, are available via
theheartofritual.com/heartbeatretreats

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Friday the 13th carries a charge. Even those who dismiss superstition feel it. The date sits slightly askew in the mind, edged with unease. In Irish, that current would once have been named plainly – piseog – not as foolishness, but as recognition that words, numbers, days, and gestures are not empty of consequence.

A piseog was never merely a folk supestrstition. It marked the place where language meets atmosphere. Where naming alters a room. Where a blessing steadies, and a careless word unsettles. Not everything was spoken directly. Not everything was called by its true name. There were reasons.

Witch Words and Spirits Beyond the Circle’s Edge follows that older intelligence. It looks beyond the visible circle – beyond staged ritual and inherited aesthetics – toward the quieter perimeter where speech, restraint, and small acts of protection once held households in balance. It asks what happens when ritual becomes display, and what remains when attention returns to land, threshold, and consequence.

Shared today because Friday the 13th still carries a whisper of piseog in the collective body, not out of fear, but as memory.

Read the full article: theheartofritual.com/post/witch-words-and-spirits-beyond-the-circle-s-edge

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MUSINGS | The Turning Thread – Fibre, Breath, and the Spellwork of Spring

The woven belt and cordage in this image belong to an older language of fibre and breath. Hand-spun wool drawn into line. Plant fibre twisted into knotwork. Bone closing a circle around the body. These forms were never merely decorative. They were gestures of binding, of protection, of attention gathered at the living centre.

This essay traces the deeper cultural memory behind such work. It moves through spinning wheels and drop spindles as rhythmic portals, through Brigid’s woven girdle and cloth blessings, through red thread protections tied to animals and homes, through knotwork and amuletic cordage, folk magic, and into the spring season where the element of air belongs to vibration, speech, and the shaping power of the spoken word.

Thread, in Irish tradition, carries more than fibre. It holds boundary and belonging, breath and intention, continuity and release. This piece explores how weaving, spinning, and binding sit at the heart of our seasonal cosmology rather than at its decorative edge.

Read the full article here:
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Details on these images
1: wool woven crios with fox bone, and plant fiber talisman woven on hawthorn
2. wool gathered from the brambles, dyed with medicinal herbs
3. weaving a woollen altar cloth
4. hair jewelry (yes, this is my own hair)
5. woven dandelion stalk vessel
6. wild willow platter
7. snowdrop stalk cordage
8. selection of medicinal herb plant fiber cordage
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GATHER | Herbal Apprenticeship 2026

There comes a point when daily life begins to feel untethered from the living ground beneath it. Meals arrive without season. Health becomes something repaired rather than tended. Plants become names on labels instead of companions growing along paths, hedgerows, fields, and woodland edges.

The Herbal Apprenticeship exists as a path of return. Across four seasonal gatherings through the growing year, we meet wild, native medicinal plants within the ecologies that sustain them. This is learning that arises through walking, observing, tasting, preparing, and returning - again and again - as light, weather, and season shift. Understanding grows through relationship rather than mere collection.

A central thread of the apprenticeship is the restoration of food as the first expression of folk medicine. Herbs are brought into daily nourishment through kitchen practice that supports vitality as a way of living, not only as a response to illness. Traditional medicine-making skills are taught alongside this, grounded in lived familiarity with the plants themselves.

Working outdoors from April onwards, we learn to read the land, to notice patterns of vitality and strain, and to deepen attention through continuity with place. Folklore, storytelling, and ecological practice weave together, shaping a way of working rooted in humility, gratitude, and care. Depth here is measured through fidelity and intimacy, not through quantity. The group is small. The pace is unhurried.

The Herbal Apprenticeship begins in April.

Further details and enrolment:
theheartofritual.com/herbal-apprenticeship

Seen here - the heart shaped seed pods of Shepherd’s Purse at dawn, and a quiet moment with Yarrow. We are surrounded by such quiet beauty. I look forward to sharing it with you on the land and walking the growing year together.

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ONLINE HEDGE SCHOOL | SPRING PROGRAMMES

Listening, Dreaming, and the Thinking Mind: Story, Imagination, and the Dialogue of Inner Life™

Most people are taught to privilege the rational mind and to manage everything else around it. Thinking is rewarded for efficiency and control, while dreams are treated as puzzles or distractions, and imagination is either indulged briefly or dismissed. Very little space is given to understanding how inner life actually communicates, or what happens when that communication is ignored. Over time, this leaves many people crowded by thought, cut off from meaning, or unsure how to listen inwardly without becoming overwhelmed.

Listening, Dreaming, and the Thinking Mind is a depth – psychological body of work concerned with that rupture. Drawing on story, myth, and imaginal dialogue, it explores how thinking, dreaming, imagination, and memory function as a living system – and what becomes possible when the rational and imaginal minds are brought back into relationship.

This work approaches dreams not as messages to decode or tools for certainty, but as part of an ongoing interior conversation that shapes perception, choice, and orientation over time. It offers a steady framework for meeting inner figures and symbolic thought with accuracy and restraint, supporting a more grounded relationship with the inner voice – one capable of holding complexity without forcing resolution.

This programme is for those who live with a rich inner life, who think deeply, dream vividly, or find that purely rational sense-making no longer holds. It is spring work not because it promises renewal, but because it supports the conditions under which understanding begins to move.

For full information visit theheartofritual.com/listeningdreamingandthethinkingmind

This programme sits within the wider work of the Online Hedge School – a dedicated home for distance learning that offers depth, integrity, and cultural fidelity, wherever you are, and at your own pace. Find out more at theheartofritual.com/onlinehedgeschool

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BIOPHILIA MENTORSHIP™
Applications now open for the 2026 – 2027 cycle

Some futures begin quietly – not through urgency, but through clarity. Through noticing patterns. Through a decision to live in closer relationship with time itself.

BIOPHILIA is a year-long, one-to-one rite of passage, shaped by Irish cosmology and the Celtic Wheel of the Year. It is not a course or a programme, but a slow unfolding through the eight seasonal thresholds – a lived mythology of element, archetype, land, and soul.

This mentorship is for those seeking a steadier rhythm beneath the noise. A return to elemental time, land-rooted learning, and soul as something lived rather than spoken about. We work through spoken word, story, ritual, and simple, precise invitations that carry the work into daily life.

Only three places are offered each year, to preserve the intimacy and integrity of the work. This is the first announcement for the 2026 – 2027 cycle, which begins at Samhain, the Celtic New Year.

Applications are now open.

Full details and application form:
theheartofritual.com/biophiliamentorship

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MUSINGS | When The Air Changes

"If hope is to travel with us into the growing year, it may not arrive through heroic transformation. It may arrive through countless individuals quietly learning how to remain human (with each other) without abandoning themselves in the process.

The growing year does not ask for limitlessness. It asks for rootedness strong enough to support growth. And perhaps, in a world that feels unbearably loud, part of the work of spring is not to silence the noise, but to relearn how to hear the birdsong that continues within it."

Read the full article here
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MUSINGS | Fire Without a Hearth – On Ritual, Integration, and the Quiet Work of Balance

"Civilisations have long privileged fire and air over earth and water – light over darkness, action over stillness, declaration over gestation. In elemental terms, this creates an imbalance that favours what is visible, active, and future-oriented, while devaluing what is inward, slow, and unresolved. In psychological terms, it produces initiation without completion, insight without embodiment, and movement without return. This imbalance has a name. It is patriarchy.

Not as a matter of gender, identity, or intent, but as a structure of value. Patriarchy appears wherever action is prized over integration, visibility over depth, and expression over listening. It persists even – and sometimes especially – in spaces that speak fluently about the feminine.

When spirituality rushes toward light while neglecting the dark work that follows, it does not liberate. It fragments. The cost of that fragmentation is carried quietly, in bodies that have not had time to digest what has been opened, and in lives that feel busy with meaning yet strangely untouched by it."

Read the full article here
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The Bog Shaman: An Invitation to Intimacy, Wonder, and Place at the home of the Cailleach Bhéarra

Where the Womb Enters Winter

Elemental BEing and the Language of Nature

At the Waters of the Equinox

The Womb, The Waters, And The Memory Of The Blood

The Mythic Tapestry of West Cork and Munster

The Body of a River, The Body of a Human

The Arc of Fire, and 'Emotional Kintsugi'

Beauty and the Shapeshifter

Samhain and the Cailleach

St Brigid, Lá Fhéile Bríde, and Imbolc – Clarifying the Distinction and the Thread Between Them

The Hazel Tree in Irish Magic, Witchcraft and Folklore

The Amadán - The Most Dangerous Fairy of All?

The Sheela na Gig - An Ancient Fertility Goddess?

St Brigid: Dove Among Birds, Vine Among Trees, Sun Among Stars

Brigid: The Pagan Goddess(es) of Ireland?

The Goddesses of January

The Deer Mother: Earth's Nurturing Epicenter of Life and Death

Mothers Night: The Ancient Pagan Origins of Santa?

The Time of the Cailleach

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The Bog Shaman: An Invitation to Intimacy, Wonder, and Place at the home of the Cailleach Bhéarra

Where the Womb Enters Winter

Elemental BEing and the Language of Nature

At the Waters of the Equinox

The Womb, The Waters, And The Memory Of The Blood

The Mythic Tapestry of West Cork and Munster

The Body of a River, The Body of a Human

The Arc of Fire, and 'Emotional Kintsugi'

Beauty and the Shapeshifter

Samhain and the Cailleach

St Brigid, Lá Fhéile Bríde, and Imbolc – Clarifying the Distinction and the Thread Between Them

The Hazel Tree in Irish Magic, Witchcraft and Folklore

The Amadán - The Most Dangerous Fairy of All?

The Sheela na Gig - An Ancient Fertility Goddess?

St Brigid: Dove Among Birds, Vine Among Trees, Sun Among Stars

Brigid: The Pagan Goddess(es) of Ireland?

The Goddesses of January

The Deer Mother: Earth's Nurturing Epicenter of Life and Death

Mothers Night: The Ancient Pagan Origins of Santa?

The Time of the Cailleach

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