Failte ó chroí, to Eala Croí, the re-birth place of a stream of feminine wisdom in the heart of the Irish lakelands. It is on these rich fertile grasslands, and on this loamy lake shore that we merge back into the sediment of our being. Something beautiful is stirring deep within the belly of the Lough, can you feel it?
Dear Ladies, Dear Ladies,
Come the Ladies of the Lake,
Come the Daughters of Sophia,
Come the Sisters of the Snake,
In darkest night,You lay in slumber,
Now awaken, for it is Light,
Preen your Primaries for the Voyage,
It is time for Maiden flight.
Oh this longing, is not Wonder,
We must Remember our Birthright,
On fortified Feathers we will Blossom,
Air currents Kiss us with foresight,
Rooted deep through the Womb Template,
From your Tomb, you will arise,
In all your Magic and your Beauty, Sovereign Power and Delight!
