This is beautiful; excuse me while I wipe away the tears.
Farewell now my sister
Up ahead there lies your road
And your conscience walks beside you
It’s the best friend you will ever know
And the past is now your future
It bears witness to your soul
Because when I was a child, I realized everything is connected, and that was joyous and it felt important but I didn’t tell anyone, because somewhere I had picked up on the notion that was silly, or meaningless, or something.
Because I have always loved the sky and the mountains and the fish and the insects and the quiet stillness of a landscape covered with snow and the crashing of waves and the distant yet so close grandeur of the Milky Way and to see any of that harmed or lost to us is like losing a beloved friend, like losing touch with one’s gods, like having part of your own heart removed.
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Lia Fail – Hill of Tara photo by Ken Williams
The Welsh ‘Rebecca Riots.’ One of many peasant and worker uprisings in Celtic lands during the 18th and 19th century invoking sovereignty goddesses, land spirits, crones, Fairy Witches, and other mysterious, usually female otherworldly beings. In many of these movements, men wore dresses and bonnets. Other figures invoked included Maeve, Ludd (possibly Llud or Lugh), and Sadhbh.

Jeanne D’Arc, leader of the siege of Orleans. Her mystical experiences included not only speaking to Saints, but also seeing Fairies (and declining to call them evil spirits). She wore “men’s’ clothing, and was executed for Heresy/Witchcraft; later re-inscribed as a Saint by the Catholic Church.