‘They fell asleep in the form of two swans, encircling the lake three times so that Óengus’s promise could never be broken. After this time, they flew north to the womb temple at Newgrange. The music of their flight was so spellbinding that everyone beneath their path slept for three days and three nights. And the lovers remained together forever more.’
Aisling Óenguso, The Dream of Óengus
Morning my loves,
I’m still simmering in the felt sense of Óengus and Caer after our fairytale céilí last night, still feeling that sense of holy longing within me.
Thanks a million to those who could make it live, it’s always such a privilege to feel your resonance, it never fails to move me. If you are catching-up on the recording, I deeply hope these myth and movement explorations gift you something that you need or indeed that your soul needs at this time.
This is also an invitation to cycle back over this recording if you feel called. Myth helps us to story our soul. It’s like we are the broth in the sacred cauldron of plenty and the myth cooks us over time. So keep coming back, allow yourself to be re-storied.
Below is an offering to the beautiful poem, The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats, spoken by Michael Gambon. It was inspired a thousand years after, if not more, than when our myth, Aisling Óenguso, The Dream of Óengus first fell from tongues. (Also shared in your Óengus Mythic Ancestor Profile).