Last night I dreamed of two juvenile whales emerging from the sea, while two playful black dogs swam around them. The whales approached and nuzzled gently. In the dream, I vividly saw my own hand tenderly caressing the faces of these playful giants, and I felt such a deep stirring of love and connection. The night before I dreamed of a pure white stag, with deep black eyes. He presented his forehead to touch mine, and I saw my hand, close up, gently stroking his antlers. Last

Since 2022, when I circumambulated the Poulnabrone Dolmen on the windswept Burren of County Clare, Ireland, I knew a seed had been planted in the marrow of my bones. The cloachan huts and ring forts and ancient yew trees and Tau crosses and ogham engraved living stones all sang awake something that had thrummed silently in the iron of my blood. A song that flowed like a river through all things, pulsing and effervescing as it coiled around and through the living breath of the