stories songs sanctuary

There has never been a more important time to be alive, to serve the interconnectedness of life.

Each of us has something the world needs that is ours uniquely to contribute. It is our longing, our noble want.

A something we love. By feeding and fulfilling this, we receive an abundance of inner richness in return. 

I inspire that longing through stories, songs, and sanctuary walks and workshops.

stories

“You write for all us grandmothers who came before.”

meditative visitation

Our oldest ancestors carved stories on cave walls and gestured or spoke a beginning, a middle, and an end. We tell stories to remember who we are and where we came from, to make sense of the world, and sometimes, to conjure whole new worlds.

I carry the Bardic storyteller in my cells, as had my mother, her father, and many of my wise and well ancestors. My storytelling provides a lantern light for those seeking to remember and rekindle, their sacred connection with the natural world. In choosing words for a blank page, I hold an intention to unleash a heart-resonance that aligns with the creative life force in all its forms. 

songs

I remember sitting on my father’s lap, rocking to the croonings of Irish songman, Tommy Makem, as Dad hums along. It is sanctuary I am feeling. And Tommy Makem sings as if only to me, “We are the Irish. We are the dreamers of dreams. …”

My songs come from the Irish oral storytelling tradition — born of dreams and layered with resonances that swirl around my heart and emerge like clouds – fair-weather harbingers, bringers of rainfall, or witnesses to a storm. They reveal life’s beauty and messiness; its cosmic and comic; what stirs and saddens.

sanctuary

A sanctuary is a space of safety, nourishment, and belonging. My walks and workshops offer a kind of sanctuary, infused with ceremony, sacred play, and nature-based practices. 

 

Wild-hearted child

my dream for you:

disrobe from everything that robs

your wonder. Cut

away those voices that live

somewhere outside the chalice

of your heart.

And from the scraps and untidy

threads, weave for yourself

a garland

of sheer joy.

– JC

Photo of two chairs overlooking a natural setting.