13/09/2025
✨ Standing in the heart of the Drombeg Stone Circle, you can almost feel the boundaries between the past, present and future blurring. ✨
This ancient circle, also known as "Druids’ Altar,” set upon the windswept hills of West Cork, has held its quiet watch since the Bronze Age. Imagine the circle alive with firelight — a hearth glowing nearby, where warmth, food, and spirit intertwined. Archaeologists found the remains of a cooking pit here, once filled with hot stones and water, feeding the community gathered under the turning sky.
I like to think of it as more than sustenance — but ritual. Herbs carried in the smoke, offerings placed upon the earth, prayers rising into the dusk. Rosemary for remembrance, mugwort for vision, juniper for protection. Each leaf and stem a bridge between human and cosmos, woven into the rhythm of fire, stone, and season.
To stand there now is to step into a circle of living memory — where magic lingers in the silence, and the land itself seems to whisper: the hearth is sacred, the herbs are alive, the circle is unbroken. 🌿🔥🜃
