The Ever-Living Ones

Flowers left on the fairy thorn. It has been a long, hard winter.  The greening of the land was slow this year but a walk along t...

It may have been that sacred springs and wells were understood by our ancestors to originate in the Otherworld, flowing from the earth ...

As the Midsummer sun bathes the land, Áine's heat brings a mantle of green to the countryside. Walking along the dusty lane the scent of...

As the year deepens into winter I recalled a Samhain night seven years ago when I decided to journey into the darkness of the countrys...