Lúnastal, or Lughansdah

The village where my grandparents lived celebrated Lúnastal with a street carnival and parade each August 1st. There would be corn dolls and masks and headdresses made of braided wheat straw, a king and queen and horses. It was a perfect amalgamation of different celebrations of this quarter day festival. August 1st, or the evening…

Myth, Medicine and Magic

What a deep and beautiful experience the Myth, Medicine and Magic retreat was. Seven days of storytelling, harvesting and enjoying plant medicine, powerful meditations and mindful movement all set within the potent landscape of the Scottish highlands. Surrounded by ancient wells, standing stones, burial sites and ruined forts, the land itself reached into every one…

Ways into story

The old storytellers, the myth tellers lived their stories: they ate them up like pumpkin pie, full of the creeping tendrils of the vine, the sweet floral cages of the bees, the leaves in turn wilting and reinvigorated with the sun’s passing. They drank them down like honey mead rich with the pungent scent of…

Growing down

There’s a marvelous power in feeling rooted: a delicious upsurge of creative energy, a sense of self-authority, an expansiveness. I believe we miss ~ somewhere in our deepest psyche ~ being trees. I think we’re also confused about the idea of being rooted. I don’t think it means necessarily that we have to live in…

Sheelagh’s Day

Yesterday, March 17th, was St Patrick’s Day, which honours a Christian saint who amongst other things drove the snakes out of Ireland (more on this later). Today, the 18th of March is Sheelagh’s Day: another Irish celebration though shared by other Celtic and North Eastern Atlantic peoples. Sheelagh’s Day, or the Day of the Hag,…