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…

the wild soul

In Celtic tradition, land and goddess were one: each particular place, each hill or mound, forest or well had its own fairfolk or guardians associated with it. They and the land were one: if harmed or insulted in any way it was the land that suffered. Kings were given their sovereignty when they married the…

Putting it all together

Feeling overwhelmed? So many thoughts pulling in different directions . . . Having a solid foundation, feeling rooted, deeply rooted into place helps stabilise us. A good working knowledge of plant medicine helps ground us. A sense of our bodies and the space we inhabit allows us to stand strong. Story, and our ability to…