These pilgrimage stories are tales of journeying to sacred and re-sacralized landscapes close to home and to myth-filled lands of megalithic stone circles, Celtic sites, Christian holy wells, and landscapes of the Goddess abroad. They are stories about being in relationship to the wildness within us and in communication with the wild of Nature, the wild of Spirit all around us, and the wild of our own Souls. They include such archetypal themes as liminality, synchronicity, transformation, and healing through loving contact with ancestors of place and of blood, the divine feminine, plant-animal allies and our heart-breakingly beautiful natural world. We hope that they will invoke a sense of the oneness of nature, spirit, and us humans and provide inspiration for the passionate efforts that are gathering on all fronts to join together to re-honor and protect the lands and waters of Mother Gaia.
A Dances of Universal Peace dance, Native Americans, Irish people, Ancestors, a memorial sculpture, and a humble ceremony. How do these all come together? Here’s the story: Two of our beloved DUP leaders, Larry Taylor and Lynda Aiman-Smith, created the … Continued
In September 2016, on the last day of our five-week pilgrimage to sacred earth-spirit sites in Ireland, we wanted to make a gratitude ceremony. On a beach that has very colorful stones, near holy Mt. Brandon on the Dingle Peninsula, … Continued
One of the primary intentions of our recent six-week pilgrimage, first to Scotland and then to Ireland, was to visit EarthSpirit sanctuaries in these ensouled landscapes. We hoped to find portals to the Otherworld in order to contact renewing, healing, … Continued
Confession: I’ve never been into New Year’s as a spiritually potent time, not like I’m into the solstices, equinoxes, and cross-quarters, because it always seems like an arbitrary date, unconnected to the power of season. Yet it is a social … Continued
In southwest Ireland there are many beautiful islands in Roaringwater Bay, the homeland of my O’Driscoll ancestors. We took the small red and white ferry to Sherkin Island to make a little pilgrimage to Cow Strand. I had fallen in … Continued