She Turns, and So Do We
A field ritual for Lughnasa: land art, listening, and kinship with the turning year.
With baskets filled with offerings, we went to the woods to sit and hold quiet council.
To listen.
To seek kin and meaning.
Nothing loud.
Nothing demanded.
We gathered fallen treasure and placed it with golden sunshine—
to honour the soil, the trees,
and the things of all colour:
living wild,
and living still.
We heard the whispers,
and softly made our own in return.
She turns,
and so do we.
the things of all colour: living wild, and living still.
