I first visited Belfast in 1963. I was 15. The Troubles had begun and the divisions between Protestants and Catholics, particularly in city neighborhoods was intense. As we were shown around Northern Ireland, my cousins would skirt around the neighborhood featured in the movie to avoid danger. In fact, it wasn’t until a few years ago that I toured the Falls Road/Shankhill areas. The Peace Wall brought tears to my eyes. The fact that the gate between the neighbors is still closed at 10 pm for curfew left a pit in my stomach. The Peace Accord was such an amazing triumph; yet, the deep wounds of division remain for many.
Read MoreHappy Valentine’s Day everyone.
It seemed timely that we feature St. Valentine today. You may wonder what the connection is to Ireland, It’s a question I asked myself a few years ago.
Read MoreLast Wednesday was Imbolc or St. Brigid’s day, the celebration of winter reaching completion and the first signs of spring appearing. I say that as I look out and piles of snow and an outside thermometer reading of 10 F degrees. Perhaps it is because of the climate where I reside, but my primary sense of this holiday is that it symbolizes and celebrates Hope. The light gets noticeably brighter and the days longer. Spring is coming. New beginnings are on the horizon.
Read MoreMay this lovely Air Spirit bring a blessing to your endeavors.
May you find focus and clarity in her gentle breezes and,
May passion and momentum come with her strong winds.
Read MoreThe breath of sweet gratitude- what a beautiful line from poet John Mark Green.
The Celts have a way with blessings and gratitude that is beautifully captured.
Read more about gratitude in this blog.
Read MoreThis holiday season was still a strange one, not as difficult as 2020 perhaps, but challenging and bittersweet in many ways. One thing I really enjoyed however was the spirit of the Facebook posts I read from friends and family.
Read MoreTwelfth Night brings to a close the Christmas season and has become an important night of ritual for me. I didn’t grow up with a Twelfth Night tradition but, as a child, it was the Star in the East, the Magi, and their gifts of frankincense and myrrh that most fascinated me. Could we ever see that star in our sky? Who were these wise men? And what were these strange gifts? I am amused to think now about how I haven’t stopped seeking answers to my questions about the stars, the East, healing essences and all the mystical questions I had as a little girl.
Read MoreThe first blog of the new year brings us an oracle reading from my new deck. May these cards speak to you, stir your imagination and encourage you in the year ahead.
Read MoreLet’s visit one more contemporary Irish statue that has been controversial and has been given a number of quirky, irreverent names. This one is in Belfast, Northern Ireland, not Dublin. Nonetheless, the Irish humor is unmistakable.
Read MoreReaders so enjoyed the blog on The Floozy in the Jacuzzi, that I felt compelled to share more quirky, even risqué nicknames. Let’s start with the spire that replaced the floozy on O’Connell Street. See how many I know of, comment others that you know.
Read MoreAfter years of working with the tarot, I never ceased to be amazed at its serendipity. What better card for December than the STAR! December is the month of celebrations of the light in so many traditions. I can’t help thinking of The Star of Bethlehem as it comes upon a midnight clear.
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