Our Most Ancient Human Roots

Ireland in Autumn…a special time. The chill of early mornings and the ripening of hedgerow fruit. Blackbirds swooping low over woodland paths that wind out from the cottage.  Grass, wet with early morning dew and mist rising from the valley, wisping skyward towards Kilronan Mountain. The morning bridges late Summer and early Autumn in an ethereal, almost magical way.  There is nothing for it but to step into the gardens and be amazed at the gentle progression of the season, for we are, in essence,  seasonal beings, dependent on the cyclical nature of the Earth. Marija Gimbutas frames this beautifully,…