As we move through this last week of Samhain, of the Cailleach’s time before we cross Brigid’s threshold, I share this beautiful poem from Irish poet, Leanne O’Sullivan as words of hope during these dark days. 🤍

The Cailleach to the Widow by Leanne O'Sullivan

The Universe said to me,

Old woman I have learned

a few good things,

that when one part dies

in me another comes

tearing through the darkness

like a star, sudden

and tender and painful

as hell. Each time

I have sat at the centre

of the world to see it,

each time I have crawled

the dark of my own belly

to not see, the shape

of the great light coming

and the dying one,

washed in such kindness

rising steadily towards it.

Art: The Cailleach of Loughcrew by Shelly Mooney