The Ever-Living Ones

Though the Solstice has passed the nights are long. I walk through sleep-wrapped villages where turf smoke hangs low.  Climbing the...

A sharp sickle hangs above the Lough Field. By the hearth I rest my bones, thoughts conjured by shifting shadows. How much reap...

A short walk today, just as far as the thorn.  The Equinox sunrise gilded the stones within my mound this morning. Photo: sunlig...

My older post on making Brigid's crosses   HERE Brigid’s Eve draws nearer and with thoughts of making crosses, I wandered down t...

Tomorrow is Lá Fhéile Bríde, Brighid’s Day and tonight after sunset she will emerge to walk the land. There are many folk traditions ass...