Earth Pathways Showcase

It is a day to walk in the woods
To wander between the cold trees
As leafless branches clack their songs
To hear the wild
Trip the ancient strings of life to humming
Dripping boughs, grey bark and birdsong
There is bounty in that which seems bare
There is clarity, space
Room for hope to spring
Storms shed both shadow and light
Rain runs to root as life to its next beginning
Like seasons never ceasing
Our cyclic steps sound on

From a textual art piece, ‘Of Rain and Root’ © Ciara Mulkerrins 2015

When the moon and stars are veiled and the cold hours before dawn are before me, I am alone.

But not this night.

This night, we gather. Over the lands we come, seeking a glint in the darkness. By the fire’s light, we find our path.

Our first prayer is for the voiceless, whichever cloak they wear – fur, skin, scale or earth. May they know that someone speaks for them. We pray for release, for peace and for absolute love.

We whisper too, a prayer for the closed, the hurt-full. May they find a better path and awaken in light and love.

As our ritual closes, our final thought goes to you.

With the greatest respect and most genuine thanks we honour you and the spark that you add to this fire of hope.

Long may we all tend it.

From a fire reading, ‘Prayer in the Darkness’ © Ciara Mulkerrins 2017

When did you last feel it? That tingling on the very edge of perception? The touch that reminds you to look beyond your everyday, into something older, deeper, wiser.

Throughout many of the traditions practised in this world, there is an almost unanimous belief that an enlightened state of peace exists. That a certain ‘oneness’ can be achieved: a perfect balance between mind, body and spirit. To forge a seamless flow between our waking mind, our unconscious mind and our spiritual form, we must look beneath the surface and work on our connection to what came before.

Life – before, during and after – exudes a consciousness that pulses on, even when the body returns to the earth. Imagine the wealth of wisdom held within this ancient pool of consciousness. Were we to follow that small tug that sparks our curiosity, might we find the answers we’ve been searching for?

Excerpt from a blog post, ‘Getting to Know Your Higher Self’ © Ciara Mulkerrins 2017

Let us go in search of the rain fall. To find it bouncing off leaf and cobblestone, scattering scent of lavender to the wind.
In sunlit fields, the rainbow haze lifts hares from their dozing and sets them to the run.
With a swift sunset, the shower slows and stars peep out. Wood smoke swirls across our skin and we watch the last glistening drops sparkle into flame.

Words from a textual art piece, ‘Rain Fall’ © Ciara Mulkerrins