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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 Elf Stone

"The 'Elf-stone' (aka Elf-shot) is described as sharp, and with many corners and points, so that whichever way it falls it inflicts a...

Bluebell Folklore

The bluebell thrives at the start of the warmer weather but will die off from mid-June, when the trees have their full compliment of...

Spring Equinox & The Fairy Hunt

"And beyond them, almost hidden by the moon shadows, were the Lords of the Ever-Living Ones: the antlered helmets of the Wild Hunt, the...

The Fairy Wind

Some believe that the Good People travel within a 'Fairy Wind' to move from one place to another, this is why must never interfere with a...

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Darkling Thrush', by Thomas Hardy

I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled...

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

The Folklore of Daffodils and the Return of Spring

I noticed that the first daffodils are beginning to emerge on our local fairy fort, Rathvilly moat, so I wonder if this is a sign of things about to change for the better? Obviously we need the winter and darkness as it is all part of the cycle of things but you do reach a point when the brighter days are very welcome again. Within many folklore traditions the area where daffodils grow wildly is considered to be a magic place and this is certainly the case with Rathvilly moat

The Secret Fairy-Paths of the Air

In previous posts I wrote about the argument that a person today is so embedded in contemporary life that they have little chance of a...

An insightful description of the Leprechaun

The Leprechauns are merry, industrious, tricksy little sprites, who do all the shoemaker’s work and the tailor’s and the cobblers for the...

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Man who Trod on Sleeping Grass', by Dora Sigerson Shorter

In a field by Cahirconlish ⁠I stood on sleeping grass, No cry I made to Heaven ⁠From my dumb lips would pass. Three days, three nights I...

A Faerie Horse?

"Long ago there lived in the townland of Doon a man named Harty. He had a farm of land near the Shannon. Every morning Harty used to find...

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Dream-Song', by Walter De La Mare

Sunlight, moonlight, Twilight, starlight— Gloaming at the close of day, And an owl calling, Cool dews falling In a wood of oak and may. ...

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Fairy Tea', by D. K. Stevens

‘Twas very, very long ago, in days no longer sung, when giant stood about so high, and pixies all were young. The Queen of Fairies said...

Birds can see Earth's magnetic fields, and now we know how that's possible

The mystery behind how birds navigate might finally be solved: it's not the iron in their beaks providing a magnetic compass, but a...

Welsh folklore; the 'Aderyn y Corph'

Did you know... the 'Aderyn y Corph' is a bird from Wales which chirps at the door of the person who is about to die, and makes a noise...

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Message of the Rain', by Norman H. Russell

When i was a child i was a squirrel a bluejay a fox and spoke with them in their tongues climbed their trees dug their dens and knew the...

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Feed The Birds', by Sylvia Spencer

Birds of Britain, I watch them fly high beautiful birds as they wing to the sky. They are a star studded spangle of gracious charm. A...

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...

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
theheartofritual.com/post/when-the-air-changes
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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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GATHER | Crystal Therapeutics Training

Level I Crystal Therapeutics is now offered as a private, one-to-one, in-person training, held over two and a half days in my dedicated teaching space in the Alps.

Level I marks the true beginning of this path. It is not introductory in the conventional sense, but foundational. This is where perception is trained, orientation is established, and the relationship between practitioner, stone, and energetic field is formed with care and accuracy.

Crystal therapeutics listens rather than imposes, working with the body’s own innate intelligence to restore equilibrium. Level I brings together intuitive listening and precise technical understanding, including crystal care, directional energy, formations, subtle anatomy, sustainability, and therapeutic application. It is hands-on, experiential work, grounded in direct relationship with crystals and minerals themselves.

For this reason, Level I is taught exclusively in a one-to-one format. The foundations of crystal therapeutics are best laid in quiet, focused attention, where learning can unfold without the cross-pollination that naturally arises in group settings. This is especially important in intuitive work, which requires the careful tuning of perception and a deepening of connection in a very loud world.

The course fee for Level I remains unchanged, despite the shift to private tuition, in order to keep the work accessible to those who feel genuinely called. Levels II and III continue as small group trainings, where shared practice is essential, and are offered biennially to allow time for integration.

For full details and to apply, visit theheartofritual.com/crystal-therapeutics
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The ground has remained frozen for long stretches this winter, the cold holding its place rather than passing through. And yet, unexpectedly, there have been birds — more than I can remember seeing in winters past. They say few insects will survive this cold, and my mind immediately wonders if I put enough leaf mulch over the area where the elephant hawk moths went to ground before the snow.

With the ground locked hard, feeding the birds is a simple response to conditions rather than a decision. A quiet daily rhythm of feeding, arrival, scattering, return. There is a deep satisfaction in this kind of attention, the sort that asks nothing other than presence and care, and offers its own quiet reward in return.

Winter draws the senses inward in this way. Sound carries clearly. Movement stands out against the quiet. Without effort, the body begins to orient itself by what it hears and sees, guided less by intention than by curiosity.

Out on the land, this attentiveness often turns into tracking without meaning to. Prints appearing and fading, a pause where something lingered, a change in direction that invites noticing rather than explanation. Not questions that need answering, but observations that deepen relationship. Over time, this kind of watching brings a different intimacy with place.

The weather shapes this attention. On days of low fog and mist, everything turns inward, close and contained. On clear days, the eye is drawn outward again, following movement, colour, and sound as they re-emerge. Between the two, perception becomes more fluid, adjusting to conditions rather than pushing against them.

This is where air begins to make itself felt — not yet as movement, but as awareness. As the shift from holding to noticing, from endurance to curiosity. From a stillness that contains, to a stillness that clarifies.

Nothing needs naming yet. The work is simply to remain attentive, to respond where response is called for, and to allow understanding to arrive quietly, shaped by time, presence, and care.

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The Elf Stone

Bluebell Folklore

Spring Equinox & The Fairy Hunt

The Fairy Wind

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Darkling Thrush', by Thomas Hardy

The Sheela na Gig - An Ancient Fertility Goddess?

The Folklore of Daffodils and the Return of Spring

The Secret Fairy-Paths of the Air

An insightful description of the Leprechaun

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Man who Trod on Sleeping Grass', by Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Faerie Horse?

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Dream-Song', by Walter De La Mare

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Fairy Tea', by D. K. Stevens

Birds can see Earth's magnetic fields, and now we know how that's possible

Welsh folklore; the 'Aderyn y Corph'

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Message of the Rain', by Norman H. Russell

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Feed The Birds', by Sylvia Spencer

Observation about the nature of Piskies (Pixies)

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musings

The Elf Stone

Bluebell Folklore

Spring Equinox & The Fairy Hunt

The Fairy Wind

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Darkling Thrush', by Thomas Hardy

The Sheela na Gig - An Ancient Fertility Goddess?

The Folklore of Daffodils and the Return of Spring

The Secret Fairy-Paths of the Air

An insightful description of the Leprechaun

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Man who Trod on Sleeping Grass', by Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Faerie Horse?

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Dream-Song', by Walter De La Mare

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Fairy Tea', by D. K. Stevens

Birds can see Earth's magnetic fields, and now we know how that's possible

Welsh folklore; the 'Aderyn y Corph'

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Message of the Rain', by Norman H. Russell

Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Feed The Birds', by Sylvia Spencer

Observation about the nature of Piskies (Pixies)

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