A Mothering Landscape

Anois teacht an Earraig sang the blind Irish pilgrim-poet Raftery.  ‘On the brink of Spring, with the “stretch” in the days, I will raise my sail, and launch out anew.’  This is the time of year when nature beckons to us, the high roads call to us, something stirs in our soul.  Shades of Druidic customs awaken within Celtic hearts. On St Patrick’s day a few years ago, I said Mass on top of the […]