"In the spiral dance of seasons, death whispers the secrets of becoming, and rebirth echoes the eternal song of transformation that flows through every heartbeat of the living earth."
Physical Setting & Preparation
Find yourself at a threshold—perhaps where woodland meets meadow, or where stream meets stone. If indoors, position yourself near a window facing west, with bare feet touching earth or wood. Light a single candle and place it before you alongside a small bowl of water and a fallen leaf. Breathe deeply, allowing your nervous system to settle into the rhythm of the summer's height, feeling how July's warmth carries within it the seeds of autumn's turning.
The body should feel grounded yet fluid—spine like a growing tree, breath like wind moving through leaves. Let your hands rest palm-up on your thighs, receptive to the energies that move between dissolution and creation.
Opening Invocation | Fosgladh
A Mháthair na Talún, glacaim leat | Mother of Earth, I come to you San tsamhradh teo seo | In this warm summer Le mo chroí oscailte | With my heart open Don bhás agus don athbhreith | To death and to rebirth
As the sun reaches toward its turning point, feel yourself standing in the luminous fullness of summer's embrace. The air shimmers with heat-spirits dancing, each breath carrying the green incense of growing things and the deeper, earthen whisper of what lies beneath—roots drawing from decay, soil rich with the transformed bodies of countless seasons past.
Visualize golden threads of light extending from your heart into the sun-drunk earth, connecting you to the vast network of life that knows no true ending, only endless transformation. The warmth on your skin speaks of solar fire that has traveled vast distances to feed the chlorophyll dreams of every leaf around you.
Body of the Working | Corp
In this moment of high summer, when life appears most abundant and permanent, we contemplate the sacred mysteries that July's blazing sun cannot banish—the eternal dance of bás (death) and athbhreith (rebirth) that pulses beneath every green thing.
Focusing on Death | Bás
Feel into the places within you that carry the weight of endings—relationships concluded, dreams unrealized, versions of yourself that have fallen away like autumn leaves not yet arrived. Do not turn from this devastating awareness, but breathe into it as you would breathe forest air thick with the loam of fallen giants.
The earth beneath you holds the bones of countless creatures, their calcium dreams now feeding the wildflowers that paint summer meadows. Every inhalation draws in atoms once breathed by ancient forests, every exhalation releases what you no longer need into the patient soil. Feel your body as temporarily organized stardust, magnificent in its brief coherence, destined for glorious dissolution.
Tá an bás mar chairdeas | Death is like friendship Leis an talamh féin | With the earth itself
Focusing on Rebirth | Athbhreith
Now shift your awareness to the euphoric recognition that every ending births something new. In your body, millions of cells die and are reborn each day. In the earth around you, seeds crack open in what appears to be death but is actually the violent birth of reaching toward light.
Feel the sap rising in your veins like the green blood of summer itself. Sense how your grief for what has ended becomes compost for what struggles to emerge. The same fire that burns the old growth clear creates the mineral-rich soil where new forests take root.
Breathe with the rhythm of waves against shore—each retreat making space for the next arrival, each death clearing ground for the next becoming. Your disappointments become doorways, your losses become fertile darkness where unexpected seeds can finally sprout.
Is í an athbhreith | Rebirth is Caint na talún | The earth's language Á labhairt trí ár gcroíthe | Spoken through our hearts
The Deep Working | An Obair Dhomhain
Descend now into the belly of summer, where beneath the sun-drunk surface, the real work happens in darkness. Imagine yourself as both the falling leaf and the root system that receives it, both the dying flower and the seed it releases into September wind not yet arrived.
In this place of deepest communion with the Mother's transforming power, let yourself feel the terror and ecstasy of impermanence. Every heartbeat is both an ending and a beginning. Every breath is both a letting go and a taking in. You are simultaneously dying and being born with each moment's passage.
See yourself standing in a grove where mighty oaks grow from the rich soil of their own ancestors' bodies. Feel their ancient wisdom in your bones: nothing is wasted, nothing is truly lost. What appears to die feeds what appears to be born. The caterpillar's complete dissolution creates the butterfly's possibility.
Táimid go léir | We are all Mar bhláthanna | Like flowers Ag fás as talamh | Growing from earth Na marbh | Of the dead Ag tabhairt beatha | Giving life Don té atá le teacht | To those yet to come
Let your breath become the rhythm of cosmic transformation—inhaling death as wisdom, exhaling rebirth as gift. Feel yourself held in the Mother's arms where every ending is also a beginning, where every sorrow carries within it the seed of unexpected joy.
Afterthought | Smuain Dheiridh
Take a moment to contemplate:
In what areas of your life are you being called to die well—to release old patterns, relationships, or identities with grace? And what new self is struggling to be born from the fertile darkness of these necessary endings? How can you honor both the dying and the birthing with equal reverence?
Closing Blessing | Beannachd Dheiridh
Go raibh an Mháthair leat | May the Mother be with you I ngach críoch | In every ending Agus i ngach tús | And in every beginning Go dtí go dtiocfaidh tú | Until you come Ar ais chuici arís | Back to her again
Slán go fóill | Farewell for now
Feel the warmth of July's sun as blessing upon your transforming flesh, the earth beneath you as the Mother's constant embrace holding you through every death and birth. Carry with you the knowing that you are both mortal and eternal, both ending and beginning, both the question and the answer in the great mystery of becoming.
Rise when you are ready, transformed by this communion with the sacred rhythms that govern all existence.
Thank you 💕