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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


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...


Lúnasa: Where Joy And Grief Share The Same Table
Joy and grief are not strangers at Lúnasa – they sit together at the same table, share the same bread, drink from the same cup. This...


Dark Bealtaine Folklore and The Fairy Queen
Depending on where you live on this beautiful planet, astronomical Bealtaine will take place on either May 5th or 6th this year. The dark...


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 Stigma and Taboo of having the gift of 'Fairy Sight'
For this article I wanted to open the door on the social pressures and, indeed, stigma, regarding reporting fairy encounters. Related to...
