Festivals

Waiting, waiting, I am announced by an Angel, Yet rejected by an Innkeeper. I am celebrated by Wise Men, Yet I am merely an infant....

Clad in a warm shift, woven from the brown wool of her favourite sheep, she calmly walks towards the cliff face. Flurries of white...

I die to rid my pain from my body. I die to rid the earth of my reality. I hang in mid-air, I hang with no care, I hang for a...

Lugh, Lughnasadh, Harvest and Cycle of the Year Triangular stones, called Lugh stones, Sometimes in a chamber you will...

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