Artist Profile: Totusmel Needle Tatting

I just love the intricate work TotusMel creates. The Celt in me loves that her stunning hand-tatted pieces wind and weave like a Celtic knot. The steampunk artist in me loves that her work can be steampunky without the use of tons of brass filigree and gears.


I am a sucker for details! The obsessive detail lover in me is jumping up and down in glee at the fine teeny details in the piece. How she can create such magic with needles is incredible!

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Dollhouse Miniature Fairy Crown Tutorial

This method for making a tiny wire and bead crown can be used for any size polymer clay doll you may be sculpting.  Or it can be made for any commercially available doll.  Experiment with different colors and colored wire!

I have exclusive tutorials and content for my mailing list subscribers: A preview of the mailing list project is below!

Elven Elysium Crown Tutorial Page 1

Elven Elysium Crown Tutorial Page 1

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Crown Tutorial Page 5

Title Page of the mailing list exclusive tutorial.

Title Page of the mailing list exclusive tutorial.

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Bell Flowers and the Fairy Folk

Beautiful crystal and clay bell flowers.

Beautiful crystal and clay bell flowers.

All bell shaped flowers are sacred to the Fairy Folk. Mortals had to approach and cultivate these flowers with care so that they would not incur the wrath of the Good Neighbors. These necklaces were created to bring some of the magic and healing of fairy gardens into your life.

A few bell flowers that were especially sacred to the Folk are foxgloves, bluebells, and cowslips.

The cowslip, a member of the primrose family, was a plant especially sacred to the fairies. Fairies were said to love the little yellow flowers so much they protected them at any cost. If you trampled on one carelessly you might find yourself under a fairy spell forever. Probably my favorite cowslip reference comes from SHakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream:

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire.
I do wander everywhere
Swifter than the moon’s sphere.
And I serve the fairy queen
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be.
In their gold coats spots you see.
Those be rubies, fairy favors.
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits. I’ll be gone.
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.

Foxgloves, or “folk’s gloves” have a rich mythic past. The foxglove contains a deadly poison called digitalis, which in small doses is medicinal. Like the cowslip whose ruby red spots Shakespeare spoke of, the spots on the foxglove come from little fairy fingers touching the plant. The Folk wore the fox glove as actual gloves and hats. It was bad luck indeed for a mortal to harm the plant.

I love the tale from Norway of the bad fairies giving the fox so that is footsteps would be utterly silent. With silent step the fox can raid the henhouse undetected. In Norway the plant is known as Revbielde, or “fox bell”.

Perhaps of all the bell shaped flowers the bluebell (or harebell) is the most quintessential of the fairy flowers. The Folk ring these flowers to summon all to the midnight revels. At times they ring them to summon humans who tend to dance themselves to death, thus explaining an alternate name for the flower: Dead Man’s Bells. If the folk wanted to abduct a child, they would also ring them, for children can hear the sound of these flowers and are quite enchanted by them. In other tales, clasping a handful of these flowers was reputed to give a mortal the fairy sight. Fields of bluebells were said to make the veil between the worlds thinner and create a gateway to Faery.

The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air:
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit’s care.

There is a spell in purple heath
Too wildly, sadly dear;
The violet has a fragrant breath,
But fragrance will not cheer,

The trees are bare, the sun is cold,
And seldom, seldom seen;
The heavens have lost their zone of gold,
And earth her robe of green.

And ice upon the glancing stream
Has cast its sombre shade;
And distant hills and valleys seem
In frozen mist arrayed.

The Bluebell cannot charm me now,
The heath has lost its bloom;
The violets in the glen below,
They yield no sweet perfume.

But, though I mourn the sweet Bluebell,
‘Tis better far away;
I know how fast my tears would swell
To see it smile to-day.

For, oh! when chill the sunbeams fall
Adown that dreary sky,
And gild yon dank and darkened wall
With transient brilliancy;

How do I weep, how do I pine
For the time of flowers to come,
And turn me from that fading shine,
To mourn the fields of home! – Emily Bronte

So if you would like to own some of the magic of these mythic flowers yourself you can find some here! in my Blomming store.

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Pink Insanity Earrings

Free Tutorial! Dare you click here and witness the awesome power of Kraken themed earrings?

Pink Insanity Earrings Tutorial project

Pink Insanity Earrings Tutorial project

I will be creating a series of free tutorials in celebration of my upcoming Mythic Crafts project book! There will also be some mini-books coming out in between. The next free tutorial will be a Tree of Life Pendant. FOllowing the tree will be a mini-project book featuring Crows and Owls with some of the myths and stories associated with them.

SO roll up your sleeves, get crafty and create something fun with me! I’d love to see your finished earrings, I’ll share them if you wish. You can also comment below for help along the way. Happy Sculpting!!!

Page 1 of the free Tentacle Tutorial!

Page 1 of the free Tentacle Tutorial!

You can view or download the Pink Insanity Earrings Tutorial here!

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Ice Crystals and the Oran Mor

Like a Celtic knot, writing this book on the Oran Mor and Tree of Life generates long and winding paths from the center, through strange lands, and back to center.  The Oran Mor in ancient Gaelic translates roughly into “great song”.  It has been said that the Celts were a people who did not compose a creation story like that of Genesis in the Bible.  While it is true no Celtic myth on the origins of the world has been discovered, the Oran Mor is definitely a Celtic creation story.  The Great Song is so central that it is as the air we breathe, vital to us, all around us, but rarely thought of.

We won’t find it written because we are the story.  We write it with every breath.  The Oran Mor is creation itself, life and the Universe developing and becoming ever more complex.  Like the Celtic knot, it has no beginning and no end.  We are simultaneously created from it and creating it.  Like one of my favorite spirit songs says: “We are the weavers, we are the woven ones.”

So how did I get from esoteric Celtic myth to reading Caltech papers on the morphogenesis of ice crystals?  Well it all started with the Big Bang (as everything does).  I have been captivated for the last month with the origins of the universe and how it can help us to understand the concept of the Oran Mor.  At a very early stage of the Big Bang the universe was quite uniform.  It was hot, symmetrical and crowded.  As it expanded at an incomprehensible rate, it cooled and the symmetry was broken.  Some parts became more dense than others and forces like gravity and electromagnetism (e.g., light, X-rays) began to sculpt the early Universe.  Over time it became more and more complex until we have stars, and slugs, and coffee, and all manner of curious thing.  This trajectory of change both created us and is us.  Each of us can trace our origins directly back to the birth of the Universe.  As so many mystical traditions of the world have said, long before the science caught up, we are the Universe made conscious.  There is and ever has been one thing.

But Ice crystals?  It turns out considering the formation of ice crystals from a dense, hyper-saturated cloud of water vapor is literally a more down to earth way to grasp how this beautiful, complex life can form from a symmetrical, undifferentiated primordial soup.  The key to the intricate patterns of a snow crystal lies in the molecular structure of water.  Water is made up of two elements:  two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom.  Before the oxygen bonds with his two hydrogen buddies he has rotational symmetry.  That is a fancy way of saying no matter how you rotate and view the atom it looks exactly the same. Like a sphere, no matter how you look at it, it looks precisely the same. Boring!  Not much filigreed complexity comes out of a sphere.

The possibility of a beautiful snow crystal comes when those two hydrogen join in.  They bond to the oxygen in a way that makes 105 degree angles with the oxygen.  These angles are what determine the 6-pointed pattern of the snowflake.  There is still symmetry, but a more dynamic one allowing mind-boggling complexity to grow.  All those ornate crystals form because the original symmetry was broken.  Yet the crystals have a family resemblance because their growth is also constrained by the 105 degree angles of the atoms in the water molecule.  Just like the broken symmetries of the Big Bang over vast stretches of time can create stars, slugs, coffee, and a gaggle of unique humans.

And so it is with the Oran Mor, the melody of the Great Song adding new instruments, varying the theme, and singing through all of creation.  Both the creator and the created, weaver and woven.

If you want to get crazy technical and read a fascinating paper on snow crystal morphogenesis:

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Celtic Medicine Wheel

Evolvefest 2013 was a beautiful experience! Transformation all around us. Those of you who stepped into the fairy ring with us at the Celtic Medicine Wheel workshop and the arrow break, here is the hand out as requested for those who did not get one. The story of the Settling of the Manor at Tara is also on this blog. Thank you for making my evolvefest wonderful!

Celtic Medicine Wheel

Celtic Medicine Wheel

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The Settling of the Manor of Tara

Have you ever forgot to pay a bill on time?  Or failed to find your car keys where you generally leave them?  Even forgetting small details can throw your life into chaos for a time.  Imagine becoming forgetful of even the guiding principles of a nation or an individual’s spiritual practice.  Remaining lost can begin to unwind even the fabric of who we are.  Consider too a land where no one can recall the governing principles or invoke them when needed, perhaps these are civil rights or democracy or the ‘golden rule”.  Sometimes we need someone to remind us……

Each third year in the castle of the High King at Tara a Great Feast was held.  Every noble and many of the people from each land in Ireland were expected to attend and swear their oaths to the King.  They came to share the bounty of the lands and people and participate in contests, poetry, and games of strength.  But this year the nobles stood at the entrance to the feast squabbling about why they should be sharing their bounty with other lands and why they owed their allegiance to the King.  As the bickering wore on a great unease settled on them all as they realized they had forgotten the right order of things.  No one could recall the sacred dividing of the land and the alignment of things within their souls and how both of these things were connected to each other. They all suddenly felt very lost..

So it was that they sent word to the High King that they could not attend the feast until they were reminded of the right order of things within and without, and thus could recall why they attended the feast every third year.  When the High King heard their demands, he was disturbed, for neither could he recall the right order of things.  Undaunted the King commanded the wisest of lore keepers and sages be brought before him and describe the sacred partitioning of both land and soul in Ireland.

One after another the sages failed to recall the proper order of things.   They were down the the last lore keeper in the land  the King asked if he knew of another older and wiser than he who could remind them.  The elderly sage spoke of Fintan, son of Bochru who had been on Ireland before the Fir Bolg and the Tuatha.  Fintan had lived thousands of years, if he could not recall the order of things, no one could.

Fintan attended the assembly when ordered.  As he proceeded up the hall of the castle even the nobles bowed before him for his great age and wisdom was apparent in his regal bearing.  When Fintan asked why he had been summoned to the gathering, the King’s druid told him that both the nobles and the people had become lost and could not recall the sacred partitioning of Ireland and the human soul, it was as if their minds were cloaked in mist.

And then Fintan spoke:  “Ireland was my mother long before the five invasions.  Long did I live in her caves, drank of wisdom from the sacred Boyne.   I lived for a time with the Fir Bolg, and the Tuatha, and witnessed as they were driven underground by the Sons of Mil.  When I speak today, I speak for the land.  I am Fintan, Son of Bochru.  I have been a salmon.  I have been an eagle.  I have been a man of verse.  I know of every people who have walked this land.  I have survived flame and spears and great wars.  I have seen the coming and going of Kings like waves on the sea.”

FIntan told of an ancient time when a gathering much like the Great Feast occurred when a mysterious spirit-man came striding out of the west.  He was like a man, but not a man and when queried he said he was Trefuilgnid Tre-eochair and that he was traveling from the land of the Setting Sun to to the land of the Rising Sun.  The spirit-man commanded a council be brought together so that he could relate to them the harmonious partition of land and soul and the connections between them.

When the wisest among them were assembled he gave them the teaching of the sacred wheel by which they should live their lives and steward the land.  He spoke:  “Knowledge dwells to the west, the otherworld, where we soak in wisdom.  To the North dwells Battle, the only important battle being the one that is fought within, it is where we go to test ourselves and to grow.  Prosperity lies to the East where we learn of and share the bounty of life.  Music lies to the South where we heal and remember the Great Song that winds through all.  Sovereignty lies at the Center where we are in good stewardship of the land and in right standing with our Soul’s path, and the people around us.  So it has always been and so it will be for all time.”

When Fintan finished relating the story it was as if a fog was lifted.  The fighting stopped because the nobles, wise men, and revelers gathered were reminded of the right order of things, and they could all take part in the Great Feast.  As we stand at a time when so many and our leaders have forgotten the proper order of things, how can we remind ourselves and live the life of the sacred mandala so that we too can partake of the abundance of the Great Feast?

For the full version of this tale:

I will be offering a workshop on the Celtic Medicine Wheel at Evolvefest in less than 2 weeks!  Evolvefest is a beautiful chance to celebrate positive changes and to generally hear amazing bands and speakers.




The right order of things within and without

The right order of things within and without

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The Three Cauldrons

In their birth orientations

In their birth orientations

The drawing is a culmination of my week of work researching the 7th century poem by Amergin, The Cauldron of Poesy.  Three cauldrons are born in every person.  These are very different from chakras.  Chakras are energy centers, while the cauldrons are containers.  Think about what you do with a cauldron.  You pour various things into it.  You can certainly cook in it, and you can pour things out of it, or more interestingly you can serve things out of it.  You can brew good health, emotional balance, and wisdom in them.  The Celts recognized that people had variable levels of potential and skill, but also that everyone can grow and improve.  Those with full knowledge in a cauldron have it upright, those with partial knowledge it is tilted on its side, and for those few sages with full knowledge and inspiration it is fully upright.

In the Raw and the Cooked Levi-Strauss discusses the cook as a mediator, transforming something from the natural realm into a mode for human consumption.  And so it is in the three cauldrons.  Experiences, talents, potential, dreams, food, relationships, sorrows, joys are all stirred in their cauldrons to transform them for us into sustenance on our earthwalk.

My true Cauldron of Incubation
It has been taken by the Gods  from the mysteries of the elemental abyss
A fitting decision that ennobles one from one’s center                                                                                                                                        that pours forth a terrifying stream of speech from the mouth. (Amergin, Cauldron of Poesy)

The Cauldron of Incubation is located in the abdomen and is born upright. It is the source of your health and survival skills. In cases of illness it can tip onto its side, or at death flip onto its rim and spill out.  This is your connection to the EARTH it is what you were born with. Your natural born skills and talents are served up to you at birth in this cauldron, simmering away in the vessel and feeding the Cauldron of Motion in the heart.

I sing of the Cauldron of Wisdom
which bestows the merit of every art,
through which treasure increases,
which magnifies every common artisan,
which builds up a person through their gift. (Amergin, Cauldron of Poesy)

The Cauldron of Wisdom is located in the head and is born on its lips in all people. This cauldron is turned through training and ecstatic inspiration. In Celtic myth one way to turn this cauldron is to seek the well of wisdom, drinking from all 5 streams that emanate from it.  The Cauldron of Wisdom, if upright, receives inspiration that comes from the part of you that is divine and eternal. This cauldron is your connection to SKY, which is felt most keenly during sudden flashes of creative inspiration that come as though from the aether.

I sing of the Cauldron of Motion
understanding grace,
accumulating knowledge
streaming poetic inspiration as milk from the breast,
it is the tide-water point of knowledge
union of sages
stream of sovereignty (Amergin, Cauldron or Poesy)

The Cauldron of Motion is the bridge between the other cauldrons and the true site of poetic inspiration.  This cauldron is the most pivotal as it determines access to the others. It is often born on its side, it thus holds only a little and it must be flipped over through life experiences. This is the cauldron that manages emotions, expresses them, and from where poetic inspiration comes. This is your connection to WATER, that chaotic ever changing force of life. This is your experience, the things you learn with age, your obligations. This is where you hone your skills, practice your art and learn from that path.

The particular life experiences Amergin speaks of may be surprising.  He speaks of joy which turns the cauldron upright.  Joy comes from divine sources, and human joys which he lists as the joy of sexual union, good health, learning and honing a craft, and the joy of ecstatic frenzy.

Yet it is through sorrow that we come to know joy.  By transforming the four sorrows of longing, grief, jealousy, and disciplined pilgrimage to a holy site.

The state of being in the betwixt and between was very cherished by the ancient Celts.  Being in the liminal place between the earth and sky (head and abdomen) it is easy to see how the Cauldron of Motion would be the focus of much of Amergin’s poem.

Interested in learning more?  I will be giving a workshop expanding on The Cauldron of Poesy and the meanings of the cauldrons.   Breathwork and meditation techniques to balance them and keep them moving will be the main focus of the workshops.  A book on the Oran Mor and the Tree of Life is also soon to appear on Amazon!

Sunday August 18, 2013 at the Mystic Garden Festival in Bethel, NY  Mystic Garden Site

And August30- September 2, 2013 in Pottstown, PA at Evolvefest

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The Immense Importance of Little Things

A beautiful lesson has come to me this week.  Two events but a few days apart fitting like pieces of a soul puzzle.  I want to start off by saying that each of us is bigger and more important than we think we are.  Not in some grandiose ego-driven way, but that our intentions, thoughts, and actions toward the world can have a deep presence.  We rarely get a glimpse of the impact we have on others and seldom do we think about the growth in our lives cultivated by others.  The smallest of seeds can sprout into the grandest of trees.

So a few days ago I stumbled upon an old client of mine in a store.  For much of my career I was an addictions therapist and this young man had been a client.  Certainly not an easy one!  More than once my job had been to arrange a detoxification placement for him.  I worked with him on and off for approximately 4 years.  It has been over 3 years since I last saw him, and I actually failed to recognize him.  He was healthy, in school, and bought a home.  He took the time to thank me for the role I had played in his recovery and he felt he would not be where he was had he not been in treatment.  I am always curious to know what it was about therapy that brought about changes in the lives of clients, so I asked him what he thought had been the key for him in the time we had worked together.  What he said completely surprised me!  It wasn’t his inpatient tours.  It wasn’t medication.  It wasn’t any “brilliant” therapeutic intervention on my part.  It was something I considered unimportant.

The last time the young man had needed detoxification placement he was in a bad way.  Nauseous, tearful, had not eaten in days.  He told me the story of how I had taken him out of the rather uncomfortable waiting room and put him in an unused office where he did not feel like he was on display.  He had chills.  I had brought him the sweatshirt and blanket I kept in my office.  I placed a radio in the office too.  At lunchtime I brought him food and water.  I had forgotten all of this, recalling the fight with his insurance company instead.  He felt in that moment like he mattered and he said this had been his turning point because it had been a long time since anyone had treated him his way.

Just today I learned that a dear friend and fellow artist had passed away.  Kim Collins Fillio was one of those rare people who always uplifted.  She was one of those gifted artists who seemed to have an endless well of creativity.  When I first began to sculpt in 2005, I clearly was not very good.  I had the fortune of meeting Kim on line and being invited to join a closed Ebay chat group called Through the Looking Glass.  Those ladies (and gent) really shaped me as an artist.  Kim especially would always find the aspect of my  work that was good and right and she would say such powerfully encouraging things.  Without her I would likely have quit long ago and how different my life would be.  I would not be making my living with my art.  It was my art that led me into my spiritual work and firewalking, so I would not be a firewalk instructor.

So I heard the lesson from both sides this week.  My former client is leading a happy, productive life because of a moment of simple compassion.  I am living my own heartsong in large part because of Kim’s ability to see potential in my work and her joyful gentleness.  Such small moments amplified into such profound change. I believe we are always in this weave of giving and receiving small gifts.  My gift this week was to become more mindful of them so that I can more deliberately sow seeds of compassion and encouragement.

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Fomorians and Physics Part 2: Schrodinger’s Fomorian

The Battles of Moytura seem to suggest we have a triple nature.  A physical aspect, a mental aspect, and a spiritual aspect.  Our mental aspect, symbolized by the Fomorians, can be a great ally to the spiritual, like when our thoughts center on gratitude, compassion, seeing beauty everywhere we tend to grow spiritually.  But the mental aspect can be a great enemy of the spiritual, like when we construct prisons of negative thought chatter for ourselves focused on failure, guilt, shame, and other toxic emotions.  These feelings, if nursed, can ebb away at our spiritual center.  Just as the Fomorians began to exact extreme tribute under the rule of Bres, the Beautiful:

“But in spite of Bres being so beautiful, his reign brought no great good luck to his people; for the Fomor, those whose dwelling place was beyond the sea,  began putting tribute on them, the way they would get them under their own rule….And it was a hard tax they put on them, a third part of their milk they asked, and a third part of their corn and a third part of their children, so that there was not smoke rising from a roof in Ireland but was under tribute to them.  And Bres made no stand against them, but let them get their way.”  – Lady Gregory

Many years ago I became fascinated by the idea of quantum consciousness.  That a part of our brain, the creative part, is quantum, and another part more “classical”, the habits and perceptions that make up the world.

One central idea in quantum mechanics is that a particle does not exist as a fixed mass in a fixed space until it is measured, or until consciousness perceives it.  Consider a single, lonely electron.  Before I peer down to the atomic level and perceive it with my consciousness, it is in the realm of potential.  It could be, when measured, in any number of locations, but is not in any of them until I “see” it, then POP!  there it is.

This led to Schrodinger’s famous thought experiment with a cat.  Since I love cats, I will use a Fomorian.  So I have captured this one-eyed Fomorian and popped him in a big box with a single radioactive atom and a geiger counter.  The atom will decay according to it’s rules of probability, let’s say 50/50, and the counter will tick.  The tick will trigger a hammer which will break a bottle of poison killing the Fomorian.  He was a tax collector but that is neither here nor there.

So in 1 hour there is a 50% chance the atom decayed, the counter ticked and the Fomorian shuffled off his moral coil.  If we open the box and look there is a 50% chance he is indeed defunct, and a 50% chance he will live to collect taxes another day. But what if we do not look?  Quantum mechanics tells us that if we don’t look, or don’t apply our consciousness,  the Fomorian is both alive AND dead.  Both possibilities remain possible.

I was always stumped by acts of real creativity, of truly bringing something new into the world.  Until I began to read about theories of quantum consciousness.  A part of your consciousness, that part connected to the universal consciousness has access to that realm of potential, all possibilities.  When we have a truly creative solution, we have collapsed that potential down to a new manifest reality.  We really are dreaming the world into being.  This is, I believe the spiritual side of us, the creative, vast, consciousness we sometimes touch in meditation.  The side represented by the Tuatha de Danaan.

But then here come the Fomorians, led by the tax collector that was indeed in my box.  Alive.  Each time our consciousness reaches into that quantum realm of potential and we experience a moment of reality, we are more likely repeat the process just as we did the first time.  And each time our minds perceive something that same way we begin to bypass the part of ourselves that has access to the realm of potential.  So we develop habitual ways of viewing the world both at a perceptual level and a habitual thought sort of level.  This gives us the illusion of a continuous consciousness in a continuous world.

Now what if we have repeatedly collapsed the potential in a negative of harmful way.  “All men are selfish jerks.”  “If I go in the water I’ll drown.”  “I am not smart enough to do what I really want to do in life.”  “People are just out to screw you.”  Then this does indeed become our reality and we fail to see any of the sea of possibilities available to us and we can be cut off from the spiritual.  Those mental level Fomorians exact quite a tax indeed!  The Fomorians of this repeated collapse of potential into a harmful reality really do take hostage our access to the spiritual.

But every once in a while we are faced with a situation where we have no script, where we have for a moment an invitation to peer beyond our certainty that the world and ourselves exist as we perceive them.  This is exactly why I became a firewalk instructor.  Faced with that moment when all my past Fomorian level experience told me fire would burn me, in a totally new situation, new possibilites became available to me.  I took a step, and it was the crack in the facade that I continue to widen with other practices designed to unwind the programs and perceptions I believed were real, but which no longer serve. We have an opportunity to truly make a new, creative choice and begin to unwind the bonds of our own Fomorian tax collectors, maybe meet the good Fomorians like Elatha who came to the Tuatha out of love.

So ends my musings on Fomorians, Physics, and Fire at least on the blog.  There is so much more to learn and ways to apply these ideas to change your life.  And here is a start:

If you would like to learn more about how the stories of the ancient Celts can lead your deeper into a satisfying soul-centered life, I am giving a series of teachings on the subject at Walking WInds Holistic Center:

For information on upcoming firewalks:

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