12/17/2025
This speaks to the ancient, animist truth that love and belonging are not abstract ideals but forces woven into the land itself. By giving voice to the Cailleach, it reminds the us that they are held by an older, deeper kinship with Earth, one that endures through every season of life. Its significance lies in calling us back to that primal connection, inviting us to soften, receive, and remember that we are never separate from the living world that shaped us.
© DailyShaman 2025
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“As the old season shifts, the Cailleach murmurs:
“Come close, a stór.
I have walked this land since before the mountains had names,
and I tell you this: you are held in a love older than time.
It rises from the bedrock,
breathes through the wild wind,
and glimmers in the dark waters I guard.
You are never alone.
Love is the weave of the world,
curling around you like mist on the moor.
Open your bones to it.
Let the old magic in.
You belong to this Earth,
and it has never forgotten you.”
