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Dear Reader

Between 1968 and 1974, every March, when the rumbling started, my Dad would go down to the supermarket and return with boxes of tinned food.

As the news got grimmer and grimmer with potential war threats in Palestine, the East, or insurrection in France itself, my dad would unpack the boxes. There were special shelves in the garage. To this day, I cannot abide tinned ravioli...

We also had petrol stockpiled in the garage, so we could get away to my grandparents in the country if n…

i have a story for you today, yes, another one!

I hope you enjoy it, it is a really good one, full of dramas and reveals.

Once upon a time,

There was a storyteller. She was extremely successful, very much in demand. She had a diary full of exciting dates, European festivals, Irish events and maybe even, work in the USA. She loved her work and all her costumes. She was happy as Larry (whoever Larry was).

And then

Dark clouds massed on the horizon. The Nasty Pandemic Fairy waved her ebony wan…

This morning, I really got upset when I heard the European news. Really really upset.

Sobbing upset, quite unreasonable, I thought to myself, what the hell is going on?

And this is not entirely about me and my reaction to the new war in Europe. I expect many people right now are extremely upset, may be too upset.

We have of course every right to be upset, but I was too upset, if that makes any sense. So of course, being me, I got to tapping on it.

"Even though I seem to be unreasonably ups…

Can you see that bundle of twigs lining the poplars' hedge on my land?

They appeared randomly one very calm day (no wind for a change, unheard of). I was baffled. Why this random collection of sticks?

Then, I looked up and there, up in one of the poplars, I saw a magpie. We have two magpies living on our land. They are a couple and have been around as long as we have. I have no idea why magpies have such bad press as I really like ours. They are devoted to each other and share the hens' food w…

When I turned 50, dear Readers, my friends in the Goddess world told me that I was at the time of The Crone.

I remember my horror!

Me, a Crone? I was not ready for this, no siree, not me, absolutely not!

In the Celtic tradition, there are three ages to women.

The Maiden (or young girl)

The Mother (pretty obvious category but leaves out all the women who for some reason do not have children)

The Crone (post menaupose)

That's it. These categories, I rather suspect, were invented by men…

I don't know about you but I am finding it difficult to focus these days and to not get into a state of panic when the tiniest thing goes wrong

or not to randomly lose my temper at the slightest opportunity.

No, I do not think I am going mad, it is just that two years of endless stress have taken their toll.

I keep thinking that I should be feeling fine now that the Restrictions are over in Ireland

ONLY

they might be over, but people are still getting sick and there are still masks everyw…

Why a photo of camels, I hear you cry!

Well, because I thought it was funny.

What was not so funny, as in funny ha ha, was seeing my first client in my rooms since March 2020.

In Person, we call it now, or Live.

As if somehow in the past two years we had died or depersonalised.

And maybe we did, just a little bit.

Still, I do not like thinking somehow that all my online work with my wonderful clients was somehow dead!

So

I started pondering what to call this return to a physical enco…

So, I did indeed get all my packets of seeds out. They were hidden in all sorts of unlikely places. I put them all on the kitchen table, the whole pile of them. You can see how many there were in the photo. 

Some of the packets were a bit damp, others, well, the truth is, most of those packets were out of date.

Not by a year or so, no, by 5 years at least. One of them was dated 2016!

I was astonished and decided to use EFT, my old friend, to try to unravel what was going on.

It is the way…

Why a well? Because, tomorrow is the Festival of Imbolc and the Goddess Brigid who is the patron saint of wells and the forge. Water and fire? Took me years to work it out.

Read on

Tomorrow in Ireland is the official beginning of Spring. Not that there are any actual signs of Spring around, you understand.

But it is undeniable that Spring is on its way.

How do i know that? Well, the evenings are getting lighter, the hens have starting laying again, the sheep in the fields are about to pop an…