Mother Morrigan
Tuck me into the folds
Of your midnight
Teach me to sink
And count the stars
Teach me to die well
So I might live
Teach me to dance
With a bleeding heart
And raven wings
In Ireland, at the Rathcroghan archaeological complex, under a Hawthorn tree, we entered The Gates of Hell, a passage to the Otherworld, Uaimh na gCait (Oweynagat)- the Cave of Cats. This sacred site is believed to be the birthplace of Samhain- of Halloween.
The crawling descent into the sunken portal is tight, slippery-powerful- with the quiet damp darkness seeping into every pore- the beckoning transformation of the dark.
Photos: Fin
On the Eve of Samhain, The Morrigan, Guardian of the Dead, emerges from the mouth of Oweynagat, flanked by beasts and ghouls of the night to float about in the liminal space of the turn of the season.
Inspired by the visit to the cave and the lore:
A capture of part of our Samhain Ritual- invoking, embodying, honoring The Morrigan- the Triple Goddess, Phantom Queen of war, protection, witchcraft, death and retribution. We can hold all versions of the self, feel the ancestral whisper in our blood and bones- pulsation of embrace and release- to manifest.
This crow claw amulet is a Prayer to the shapeshifting Goddess. Crows are an omen of death, rebirth, alchemy. The Quartz crystal is for clarity and discernment-the harsh truth.
