![]() A haunted heart, will build a peaceful hearth, we’ll walk side by side to our graves.” I sing this hope in the lyrics: “of all that’s left, of all that’s changed, your heart, your eyes stay the same. This song asks all these questions, but I do not have the answers, just the hope that love transcends all time, all lifetimes, and all trials and tribulations. This song asks the questions: Are we reborn and, if so, do we bring the memories of previous lives into this one with us? Or do we carry with us the weight of our ancestors’ experiences? I ask this in the lyrics “can a haunted heart, build a peaceful hearth?” My lyrics reference rebirth and reincarnation: “I’ll sew my seeds in soil that once was me. The ancient Irish believed in reincarnation and, that deaths were rebirths into the afterlife, and deaths in the afterlife, were births into this life. To this day, yew trees are often found in graveyards. The yew represents death and transformation, and new beginnings. The yew tree is the last letter of the ancient Irish Ogham tree alphabet. The seventh song on the album “The Cave” is called “Yew Tree.” #heathenstargazers #lightgrange #ancestors #ancient #ancientwisdom #Irish #Ogham #oghamfews #newgrange #brunaboinne #physics #spaceweather #electricity #megalith #itscomplexicated #amazon #kindle #paperback #ebook #history It seems more practical to attribute these behaviors to empathy, even if it’s just for ourselves." Are we that lonely? Have we always been? I’m not buying that either. The big question is, is this just what we do? Do we just turn stuff human? Is the ancient lore the anthropomorphizing of exterior events or is it the quest for the human experience? Or is itīoth? Some studies attribute this behavior to It smells like childhood summers in Michigan. It smells like worm castings and ancient sea-salt on sand. It smells like fresh oxygen seeping out of the dirt. It smells sweet like honey and chlorophyll. ![]() Other blades covering the whole yard root�locked, I can become the grass. Imagine that I can feel the warm sun bakingĭown and shining back off my spine, breezeīending ever so gently in unison with all the ![]() The ground with the hairy tendrils of my rootsĬoursing sideways along the topsoil, and I Relate to trees? Bugs maybe? The grass? Do you ever feel like you are the lawn? No? Me either.īut, if I imagine that I am a blade stead firm in It’s hard enough for us humans to see each other as relatable entities. "Anthropomorphizing makes me feel better. □© #druid #druidry #druidlife #druidspirit #druidsofinstagram #obod #forestchild #pagan #pagansofinstagram #spirituality #forestmagic #naturemagic #natureworship #everydaymagic #celticpagan #greenwitch #hedgewitch #kitchenwitch #walkingthepath #ogham #divination #oghamfews October: Saille - Willow: Intuition, flexibility September: Fearn - Alder: Shield, life force March: Straif - Blackthorn: Struggle, adversityĪpril: Ailm - Pine reversed: Confusion, untie emotional knotsĪugust: Muin - Bramble: Harvest, celebration IB: Duir - Oak reversed: not using your own strengthįebruary: Nion - Ash reversed: Lack of control ![]() Start by reading hour 11 as November, 12 as December, etc. Start by placing in the 1st hour (also Aries), and continue clockwise until you reach 12. During Old Samhuinn, I pulled ogham to see what to look for in the next turn of the wheel.
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