Seasonal Nature Collection

Womb Root

The way to maintain one’s connection to the wild is to ask yourself what it is that you want. This is the sorting of the seed from the dirt. One of the most important discriminations we can make in this matter is the difference between things that beckon to us and things that call from our souls.

- Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Anamchara

Anamchara is the Irish gaelic way of saying 'soul friend'. It is not a reference to a romantic relationship, but instead a reference to, "one with whom you would walk through matters of the soul."

According to O'Donohue, the word anamchara originates in Irish monasticism, where it was applied to a monk's teacher, companion, or spiritual guide.

Anamchara is an ancient and very high level word within the Irish language, its meaning is much deeper than a type of friend, it also means spiritual advisor. According to Celtic philosophy humans have on one level an anamchara which is a physical friend but on a deeper level we can have the spiritual connection with that person which allows us to better understand them and together our surroundings.

I chose to write Anamchara in Ogham script on the menhir in the background. Ogham was an early medieval alphabet used primarily to write primitive Irish, and also Welsh, Pictish and Latin, roughly between the 4th and 7th centuries AD.

The Dryad of Eess

The silent spirit that dwelt in dim woodland, and walked unseen in open field, suddenly showing herself, Dryadlike and not afraid, because in (the) soul who sought for her, there had been awakened that wonderful vision to which alone are wonderful things revealed.

~Oscar Wilde

The Harvest

Helm of Awe - Aegishjalmur

The Helm of Awe
I wore before the sons of men
In defense of my treasure
Amongst all, I alone was strong,
I thought to myself,
For I found no power a match for my own.

Poetic Edda, Stanza 16, Fáfnismál

Primordial Cycle

Lunar Magic

In the black furrow of a field I saw an old witch-hare this night;
And she cocked a lissome ear, And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled o' the green; And I whispered“Whsst! witch-hare”,
Away like a ghostie o'er the field She fled, and left the moonlight there."

~ Walter de la Mare, The Hare