Collage needs no explanation it’s a collection of images all put together with the help of scissors, glue, paper and magazines. Those images however can offer us great insights or help us release emotions. I have to begin with the unusual confession that collage has never appealed to me. I think part of the fear comes from a […]
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Making Your Own Brighid’s Cross with Jude Lally
Making Your Own Cross A Brighid’s cross can be made throughout the year for whatever your personal need. You can make them out of varying materials such as corn husks, wool, fabric, pipe cleaners, raffia, or even paper – whatever you are drawn to using. Your cross will also look effective with just one round […]
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A Journey with the Cailleach by Jude Lally
When you look over the folklore of Ireland and Scotland the Cailleach is known by many names, this is because she was a localized deity. She was the Cailleach of your loch, mountain or moorland – this then gave her slightly different qualities and the animals associated with her. I do not know all these […]
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Dancing with the Wild Woman by Jude Lally
‘With the wild nature as ally and teacher we see not through two eyes but through the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night, we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes. The wild woman is fluent in the language of dreams, images, passion, and poetry’. ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes […]
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The Deer Goddess – Ancestral Mother of Scotland {Jude Lally}
Growing up I regularly walked the hills up above Loch Lomond, Scotland. Among the stones at the top of Carman Hill, I would sit ever so quietly, scrunching up my eyes and in my imagination I erased all the traffic and cars and then the streets and houses taking the land back to how it […]
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Brighid – Ancient Mother of Scotland {Jude Lally}
Growing up in Scotland, five miles as the crow flies from Loch Lomond, we regularly waked around the surrounding hills. Even as a child I was aware of the presence of the old ones whose voices became clearer the deeper we moved into silence of the hilltops. The same voices still speak to me and […]
