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03/11/2026

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I have added another date for one to one appointments. Reiki & Sound Healing personalised for you. These are appointments are held at the The Wellness Suite at Plympton Therapy Rooms 19th of November £40 for 60 minutes

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02/11/2026

Tonight is Samhain proper, and the fire that started it all was not lit on the Hill of Tara. It was lit twelve miles away, on a low hill most people have never heard of. 🔥 Tlachtga.

The Hill of Ward, near Athboy in County Meath, does not look like much from the road. But in Irish tradition it was Tlachtga, the place where the great fire of Samhain was kindled, and the old accounts say that every hearth in Ireland was put out at the end of the year and relit from that one flame.

The hill takes its name from Tlachtga, a woman of power in the old stories, said to be the daughter of the druid Mug Ruith, who died there giving birth. And archaeology has backed up the legend in a remarkable way. Excavations in the 2010s found that the hill is ringed by multiple banks and ditches, that it was reshaped and reused over many centuries, and that there was intense burning on the summit. People really did gather there, and they really did light very large fires.

The pattern matters. Samhain was the hinge of the year, the end of the light half and the start of the dark half. Putting out every fire and relighting them from one sacred source meant the whole country started the new year from the same flame.

Tara got the kings and the fame. Tlachtga got the fire.

Every hearth in Ireland, relit from one hill. 💚 Tlachtga, the Hill of Ward in County Meath, traditionally the site of the great Samhain fire, where excavation has confirmed centuries of gatherings and large-scale burning on the summit.

01/11/2026

01/11/2026

The Samhain Threshold ( sold)

This is my offering for Samhain.

I have never felt Samhain as something frightening, nor as a night when ghosts suddenly walk amongst us. For me, it is much quieter than that.

I find Samhain in the land.

It is in the trees withdrawing into themselves. In the last berries held against bare branches. In the smell of wet leaves and dark earth. In the silence that returns when so much of the summer world has gone.

The earth is not dying.
It is drawing inward.

And perhaps we are meant to follow.

There comes a point in the turning year when we no longer need to keep reaching outward. We can become still enough to remember where we came from, what has shaped us, what we have lost, and what remains.

That is where I find the ancestors too.

Not as ghosts to be summoned, but as something woven through us. We carry fragments of lives that existed long before our own, in our bodies, our memories, our stories, and in the land beneath our feet. The old ones are never entirely gone.

So I painted a doorway.

The Old One stands within Rowan, surrounded by Raven. Golden threads move through the branches like the unseen connections between all living things.

Beneath her hang Rowan berries, antler and hag stones, tree, animal and earth brought physically into the work.

The Ravens gather at the edges.

They are the watchers of the threshold.
And the Old One does not ask us to cross into another world.

She asks us simply to become quiet enough to notice the one we are already part of.

This is Samhain to me.

The doorway into stillness.
The turning inward.
The remembering.

And the deep, ancient knowledge that nothing in nature ever truly stands alone.

The Samhain Threshold
My offering for the darkening year.

30/10/2026

Some say the Cailleach is the oldest Ancestor of Ireland.

She pre-dates even the Tuatha Dé Daanan – also known as the Sidhe, who fill much of Irish mythology and inhabited Éire before human beings – and then agreed to move into the Otherworld/Sidhe Realm when the Milesians defeated them in battle.

Some stories say that Cailleach created Ireland, and then shaped the landscape by dropping stones from her skirt/womb as she leaped across the land.

She is the Bringer of Storms – the Old Woman of the North. She commonly shapeshifts into Hare, Owl and other animals. She is known as Mother of Deer and can shift into a female Hind to disappear into the mountains.

She wears the Caille – the veil, and her skin is blue like the ice she brings to the land. Her time is Samhain (November) – when she brings storms to the land and spreads her cloak of ice and snow.

Each wrinkle on her ancient face is said to contain the joy of a life well lived, as she has been alive since before time itself. The tales say she has been wed to many Kings, born many children, and thus entire peoples come from her. Renewing herself every hundred years to her youthful state – she is the Great Mother Goddess of Ireland.

But being an Old Woman, she is also dangerous, like the weather.

Like a storm, she does not give a f* #! about your ego or why a person might have behaved badly or come unprepared.

She is pure natural consequence.

She will not bother to sugar coat her words so they can land more gently.

She is abrupt, straightforward and you will know immediately where you stand with her.

She’s not cruel – but her compassion will cut away all that is not helpful.

This necessarily brings a certain kind of safety, but not the appeasing keeps-you-comfortable kind. She is the nemesis of the patriarchy, which might be partly why there are less stories about her than some of the other gods and goddesses of the Tuatha De. She’s impossible to Christianize and even harder to appropriate.

Men behaving badly don’t want her in the room, and she likely won’t stay anyways for more than a minute, because she sees right through them.

She literally leaps across the land giving birth to mountains.

She ain’t got time for that.

Samhain marks the return to the underworld time - leaves falling to the ground and decaying – feeding the roots of the trees.

Life moves underground and along with it our psyches turn to our own, inner “underworld.”

It is a time for reckoning with grief, for deep reflection & releasing what no longer serves you. Cailleach's fierce compassion is here to walk with us through these Dark Woods.

THIS SAMHAIN, WALK WITH THE CAILLEACH.

Let the old things fall.
Let what is dead feed the roots.
Let the dark show you what the light could not.

You do not have to fear the wildness of becoming.

The Old Woman of the North knows the way through the Dark Woods.

~Art by Laura Tempest Zakroff

29/10/2026

Libras are about to make the biggest comeback in history during the next 17 months. This sign has been in the background since 2008 until 2024.

However between now & March 2028, this sign is going to be entering their star chapter, and having their creative projects power up in a major way. These next 17 months will push them from the background and into the spotlight, turning them into the star they will be for the next 18 years.

Libras will be pushed into a pathway where they will need to rely on their creative skills, talents & performance in order to survive. Having them attract major attention on anything they start, becoming infamous and pushed to create to survive. However when they do, they will be granted with success & fame.

These next 17 months are going to be the come up of the century for Libras, as they are going to be creating the projects that will really put them on the map during this time, setting the stage for who they will be until 2044.

25/10/2026

Druids Cutting the Mistletoe on the Sixth Day of the Moon (c. 1900) was painted by the French history painter Paul Henri Motte (1846-1922).

It shows a Celtic tradition that took place around the winter solstice (the shortest day of the year). This moment, also known as Mean Geimhridh, was celebrated to mark the beginning of longer days (when light would win from dark).

An important celebration among the Celts was that of the Druids (a class of wise people held in high standing in their society). This painting depicts one of their traditions that took place on the sixth day of the moon, the first day of the Celtic month. It is called the Yule time All-Heal ritual.

It shows the Druid priest on the top left cutting the mistletoe with a golden sickle. This mysterious evergreen plant was sacred to the Druids, and it was usually found in ancient oaks, apple trees, and poplars. As the mistletoe was often suspended mid-way between heaven and earth, it was seen as a symbolic gateway to another world. A spray was given to every family to hang in their homes to intensify spells and prayers, to protect the inhabitants, and induce beautiful dreams. And, beneath it, a kiss of peace was exchanged (a tradition that some of us may still be familiar with).