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The heART of Ritual

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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.

The Blackbird – An Lon Dubh, Song, Season, and Cultural Knowledge

Imbolc is most often associated with the snowdrop – the first visible plant to break winter ground and a familiar emblem of the season’s quiet turning. As a plant herald, the snowdrop marks Imbolc through presence alone, appearing when the land has not yet outwardly changed. Less often named, but no less significant, is the blackbird. Where the snowdrop marks Imbolc through sight, the blackbird marks it through sound. Its song is among the earliest sustained voices to return

On Inactivity, Stillness, and the Radiance of Life

Spring sharpens our awareness of time. Not clock time, but lived time – light edging earlier across walls, mornings opening a little wider, the air carrying more movement than warmth. In Ireland, spring has never been understood as sudden arrival. It is a season of watching. Of waiting. Of knowing that movement does not mean readiness. The land teaches restraint before it teaches growth. Modern life has lost this literacy. We have been trained to equate intensity with activit

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

Sedna, Snow Wisdom, and the Long Northern Memory

Every winter, I pull on the same pair of mukluks before stepping outside. They are old now – reindeer skin, hand-made in Kalaallit Nunaat (aka Greenland), lined with sheepswool that has softened to the shape of my feet over years of use. They keep my feet warm in a way no other boot ever has, but more than that, they carry memory. Each time I wear them, I am brought back to the North – to Greenland, to Ísland (Iceland), to my time in the Arctic circle, to places where winter

The Door the Earth Opens

This kind of weather does not belong to extremes. It emerges only when conditions align just long enough for something else to surface – a narrow interval, a hinge that exists more in timing than temperature. The ice forms not through storm or spectacle, but through steadiness: cold held evenly, moisture allowed to settle, movement slowed to the point where structure becomes visible. When I came upon it, the ground was sealed in a skin of clear glaze ice. Grass, leaves, stone

On the Sacred Pause: An Chailleach Bhéarra and Brigid at the Hinge of Winter

Winter’s work does not end with thaw or birdsong. It ends more quietly than that. There comes a point when the land has already given up what it can give – when the inward pull has completed itself and nothing further can be asked. The fields do not move toward spring. They pause. The year holds its breath. This pause is not the space between seasons, nor a handover from one power to another. It is a living hinge within the year itself – a moment when winter has not released

The ancient roots of 'Valentine's Day'

Although the heart is probably the symbol most associate with Valentines Day, it might surprise people that the wolf can also lay claim...

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 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 the other B