Roots, branches, and the wisdom of what stands still while everything grows. In the Celtic Tree Calendar, the Oak month (Duir) spans June to July. Growing up in Yorkshire, I always thought of the Oak as a particularly northern, particularly British tree. So it was a lovely surprise, researching this piece, to discover just how far its roots really travel, and how, the deeper I dug, the earliest layer of the story turned out to be rooted in the feminine. A solitary oak stand

Recently a mentor posed a question that called for deep reflection. I noticed the question made me nervous. Maybe I was unsure what I’d discover? I took my time, dipped my toe into the reflective process a number of times, and gradually began to connect with the elemental nature of my need to walk this path. The question was: Why do you practise? What makes you practise like you’re on fire - like the world is on fire? There isn’t one neat answer. But as I sit with it, I fin

There are many things I love about our adopted home of Luxembourg. One is the way local traditions invite us to move with the subtle turning of the seasons. February, in particular, unfolds almost like a story, carrying us from candlelight to costume to bonfire. Across this small country, which I now call home, ancient Celtic traditions, Christian feast days and community Spring festivals weave together. What emerges is a beautiful mix of community building and cultural herit

Finding Light in the Dark Places Over the years, I’ve heard the view that depression is a weakness, expressed in different ways and...