Over the past weekend I had the pleasure of attending a ceremony welcoming spring. On the 1st of February here in Ireland its Imbolc or St Brigit’s Day. It’s one of the four great festivals that are gateways into the seasons of the turning of the year. Its the time when the ewes have their first milk as the new lambs are born. And although ( as my new Italian /Celtic friend Kitita remarked) it’s sub zero degrees out there, the birds have a kind of sparkling lilt to their song. Someone at the Sunday session said they heard the cuckoo. Why even the wee daffodil have shoots up and look around for a bit of heat.
A large thanks to Shaman Simone for inviting me to the Festival of Isis. It was a long trip to Wexford but well worth the drive!
The place was a tiny villlage called Clonegal, just north of Bunclody and south of Baltinglass . The owner of the castle is a 92 years old woman named Olivia. She has long brown hair, a hint of grey on the top of her head and as she says, her own teeth.
Bygod , she whipped around that castle like nobody’s business.
she’s brilliant.
Here’s a few pictures including a couple I took in the temple.
And a few more shots of the art in the garden… well why wouldn’t ye…
And the reason I traveled all the way to this festival was because the image of the Egyptian Goddess Maat was around me all week long and I didn’t understand why… not being much into the Egyptians deities… it was an odd thing to constantly be seeing this winged woman. It was my birthday on Sunday so earlier in the week I asked Shaman Simone to work with as I am entering the last year of my 40′s ( Yahoooo- 100 is NOT old enough!)) Anyway she told me she was going to the Fellowship of Isis and why not come along… Thank you Simome
.. good clean fun!
Right so…… Must fly to work myself- I’m back teaching drama to 22 of the most beautiful people in Glenamaddy Co. Galway at a Special Needs Centre.
Thanks for clinkin’ in.
Take care of yourself
xx
always eileen