Cró na mbó

The Loon

I heard a loon in the garden this morning. I only heard him because of them. He’s probably always there. Now I’m there too.

Let Me In

Wagtail

Beside, Together - Novohal

Tidal Soul

Kind Cooking

What the Trees Let Go

The Loon

I heard a loon in the garden this morning. I only heard him because of them. He’s probably always there. Now I’m there too.

Let Me In

Wagtail

Beside, Together - Novohal

Tidal Soul

Kind Cooking

What the Trees Let Go

Tallow Balm

Tallow, olive oil, clary sage, rose geranium. Made for keeping. Maybe for trading.

She Turns, and So Do We

A field ritual for Lughnasa: land art, listening, and kinship with the turning year.