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Shannon Soul Sounds, Clare (2026)

27/12/2025

Divination is an ancient art.

A way of listening.

The way of the waters.

The journey to the River, beneath the River.

On this second omen day, I am guided to share this poem from David Whyte, called 'All True Vows'.

These days are woven with the wisdom of nature, that which is within and around us all.

It is an attunement.

Divining our destiny.

Listening to the signs, symbols and senses.

This is a poem I love, for it is enveloped with the wisdom of the ways of our vows and the mystery enfolded and woven within them for each and every one of us.

It may spark something in your Heart of Hearts on this second omen day.

With love,

Sionnáin x

26/12/2025

She who shapes the land.

And is shaped by it. . .

This is at the Heart of todays omen as we begin these prophetic days. . .

Shapes the Land

By Jane Brideson

I am
the force of nature
raw, raging, unrestrained.
I am
clarity, daring and grace,
bleak truth that sweeps away pretence.
Dissolving convention
I leave you naked in your skin.
I am
first snowfall of the waning year,
white strands amongst the grey,
stark, slumbering nature.
Your surrender to winter and
wisdom's embrace.

This morning I lit the candles in the windows and tended the Hearth fire, soon after I was guided to choose a card from the Wisdom of the Cailleach Oracle deck breathed and birthed into being by a visionary artist, poet and seer who is based in Ireland.

I came to sense today that the rhythm, essence and energy of this day was prophetic of that which is to come for the first month of the linear year. . .

It felt mysterious in nature.

And it slowly revealed itself, like the ancient one does.

A reminder from 'She who Shapes the Land' an Cailleach, of how we are truly interwoven (fite fuaite).

We are at once, shaped and shaping all that we touch with our Hearts presence, our most powerful currency (current you see) at this time on the Earth.

As I walked the land of those who have come before me, Corca Báiscinn, the Loop Head Peninsula, in the South West of Ireland, I was reminded of how this land has shaped me.

And still does.

I am humbly shown how this landscape moves me, and reveals parts of me, that I have found it hard to surrender to.

I remember all the women I have been here.

And all the tears shed at this place.

How each and every time I have always been embraced.

Today showed me the gentle strength of listening deeply, honouring relationships, listening to rhythms and the blessings bestowed when we are in reciprocity with our own nature and that which holds us as our guiding light.

These days are such a blessing to feel and sense in my Heart at this time on the Earth.

I hope that this message may land with you and speak to you in the way it is maybe destined to.

Until tomorrow,

Sionnáin x

20/12/2025

The longest night is here.

One year and a day since this moment on the Home turf at Brú na Bóinne.

So much has been born and too has fallen away.

The sun stands still. . .

And I welcome this stillness, this Birth of a new Dawn.

So much Grá agus Beannachtaí to you all over these sacred days.

I hope this threshold will be one to remember for you and all your loved ones.

With so much love and blessings to you all from my Heart here in the Highlands of Scotland.

Sionnáin x

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13/12/2025

Such a blessing to share in this special conversation with my dear anam chara Tara Brading

Its so heartening to receive all your beautiful words, messages and comments here. Grá ó chroí, Tara Brading buíochas, thank you for your call to speak to the power of the Mná Chaointe and the medicine of Grief.

It was so special to connect with you by the Hearth in this way!

A conversation to remember, and one I hope will offer medicine to many, especially those in the depths of grief at this time, knowing that it is a great blessing and honour that we as women can have these conversations and share them with the world int this way. ❤️ Beannachtaí ó mo chroí, Sionnáin x

02/12/2025

Seanmháthair,

Grandmother,

Speak to me through the land,

Come with me,

Take my hand. . .

Oscail do Chroí a stor,

Open your Heart my Love,

Soften into your Wildness.

Let your Heart be held.

❤️

Comment ❤️ below to receive the link to a guided embodied journey to support you in opening your Heart and Healing the places within you that may welcome your presence and support.

Grá ó mo chroí,

With love from my Heart in the Highlands of Scotland,

Sionnáin x

25/11/2025

The Places in us that have not known love, often long to be seen, held and honoured.

It would seem these places within us even sometimes seek situations, people and places that will evoke these encounters. . .

Sound familiar?

As we take steps in the direction of healing these parts of ourselves, much bubbles up to be brought to light.

In Frances Weller's work one of the gates of grief is 'The Places that have not known Love'.

It is deep Soul work to truly look at these parts of our selves, to find where these cracks and crevices live that long to be held and met, that long to be acknowleged as missing pieces of a vision we carry for what could and can be.

Often in this journey, we learn a lot about where our Heart closes to Love.

In these moments at the core of our quest is to try to keep our Hearts open.

To let love touch those dark places within us, to welcome the warmth of the Fire to kindle our own Hearth Fires so that we can shine in our full true essence.

Sometimes easier said then done, but together we can reach out a hand, offer a hug and remind those around us that they are loved.

Lighting a candle and bringing presence to your Heart.

Soften the places in you that have not known Love.

Let them melt away, yes, it can be that simple.

With Love,

Sionnáin x

📸 Some beautiful memories filled with love & care.

🎶music featured by the wonderful 💫❤️✨️

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12/11/2025

Thresholds mark our journeys, backwards and forwards, spiralling inwards and outwards, with ups and downs and often many ins and outs.

How we move through these threshold moments shapes us, it creates our charachter, its what strengthens our relationships, our bonds,our connections. Firstly, to our selves and then to every one and every living thing around us. . .

Our kin,our anam chairde, human friends, plants, trees, deer and birds, all part of this great Dreaming.

One of the main messages I have been reminded of this year, is the power that is held in how we carry ourselves through these immense moments on the Earth.

What carries us through these times?

Through the Rivers of Grief?

Through the immense unimmaginable hurt that so many are experiencing.

I keep coming Home to our values are what carries our charachter through the moments where we are truly, deeply challenged, when all that we imagined and maybe felt to be true falls away.

How are we rising to meet these tidal waves of these days?

What values are we tending within the very Earth of our beings that are unshakeable.

This feels for me to be the foundation of how we together will create the pillars of the ways we will rise in Sovereignty to meet that which is coming.

Walking forth with the values centred in the original principles and ways of being in reciprocity & guardianship with the Earth.

Values rooted in respect, reciprocity, responsibility, integrity, love, courage, honesty, humility, truth & right relationship.

Through these moments, we must be surrounded by those who will lovingly call us deeper into accountability to rise into the fullness of our role & responsibility within the village.

To tend the childrens fire, to prepare our Hearts & Hearths to be the elders for the Children coming through at this moment we must dig deep and remember to bring all of us to the table, knowing that we all carry a thread, a song, a message that is part of this great turning, this prophesised remembering.

📸 by Jen
at this Summers closing circle in the Valley of Embers where I answered the call to listen to the Childrens Fire & tend to it as best I could.

07/11/2025

Samhain

A time to shed your skin.

A time out of time, to gently orient yourself towards the descent & be dreamed once again.

What is ready to fall away?

This Samhain, in light of the passing of a loved one, I am really present with the knowing that, one day, I will be an ancestor, we all will, everyone who is alive right now.

Think about that for a moment?

I sit here tonight by the fire and ponder, in knowing that Death is inevitable, the little ones and the big ones. . .

Maybe we can be called forth to live more fully in each moment. . .

Say the thing! Sing the Song! Wear the Dress!

Whatever it is,

With this cyclical wisdom by our side, this pre-celtic turning of the wheel, we are guided by the seasons to cultivate and tend to these ways, which offer us deeper guidance on how to move forth with the rhythms of nature as our guiding light.

Whatever the season, whatever the weather, the foundations are core to our journeys forth.

This Samhain, may we all be blessed with a cosy nest, with kin to share our love & longings, to shed our tears and keen all that stands between us being our whole selves.

Blessings to you all on this astronomical Samhain, may your Home fire burn strong.

Sionnáin x

06/11/2025

Alba, you have cracked me wide open in ways I have longed for.

Waters gushing through the valleys, singing sweet melodies,

The soft auburn colours and the bright silvery skinned birch trees, beckoning new beginnings as their leaves bless the Earth with a blanket of beauty.

I have so much love in my Heart for this place, Alba you carry an ancient wisdom that shines through the landscape and its people with sincerity and grace.

I am truly blessed to make the Highlands my Home for this coming cycle, on my third visit, embraced by a symbolic beginning, a rite of passage, to the Cailleach Shrine, walking through Rivers and being kissed by a thousand raindrops, as laughter filled the air as we walked the path of our prayers.

So many songs gushing forth.

My Soul is singing to be here on this land, held by many kin, weaving still with my homelands trasna na ndtonnta.

Its been a journey to land here.

A gift from the Cailleach herself it would seem, to land into the welcoming warm embrace of this valley.

I feel my Soul & the Ancient Ones Dancing, celebrating and singing at this homecoming.

Destiny unfolding.

One week ago today, so many memories forever i mo chroí.

📸 from our pilgrimage to the Cailleach Shrine in Alba.

Grá mór anam chairde go deo
and all the Souls along the way. x

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