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…

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,…

Pale Bones

The rains have been here, washing everything down. The tops of the trees must be thoroughly clean by now, the branches rinsed of their squirrel scat, the trunks free of any dust they may have accumulated. The ground too is clean – in parts. I traipse through muddy shallows, my skirts soaked above my boots…