The journey to the land of dragons and daffodil : my moon arrived as the boat touched the shore, and my body finally walked upon the land of the United Kingdom, the expansive island which held the birth of many of my lines for hundreds of years before they came from beyond, from further north and further south : these soft delicate plants growing on the edge of the cliff looking upon the Irish Sea, on the sloping hill of an ancient tomb where the Priestesses sang and dipped into the seas with the selkies and the mermaids and the narwhals and the whale families and the dolphins and the fish and eels : in between, the earth and the sea, the celebration of the elements : I returned my body to this place, my sacred moon blood to the stones, my hair wrapped around the pink yarrow stalk, my saliva to the moss so that the earth can know me here, can taste the very serpent fabric of my DNA : I can offer myself, who I am, the courageous heart that propelled me on the journey, bowing evermore to the ancestors who called me to return, who blew the winds under my wings, to my parents for giving me such a life that supports me in finding these precious gifts, and to my partner for supporting me as I fly, and to my cat who is always protecting me and connected through my heart : the journey story unfolds and will be shared as it’s time : for now, I share this little ecosystem of beauty by the Irish Sea, on the edge of Wales, on the island of Anglesey where the Druids lived, where the wildness breathes a gentle wind and the stones stand silent remembering the echoes of the sacred language of the land and the sea 🏴🌱💧🌱🏴
from the summer of 2019