Physical Setting & Preparation
Settle yourself in a place where you can sense the pulse of late summer's final days - perhaps beside a window where afternoon shadows lengthen, or in a garden where the last roses bloom with desperate beauty. Let your body find its natural alignment, feet planted firmly upon the earth, shoulders soft as willow branches. Rest your palms face-down upon your thighs, connecting to the ancient strength that flows from soil to sky. Breathe in the scent of ripening grain and the first hint of woodsmoke on the evening air.
Opening Invocation | Fosgladh
Bean Uasal na Séasún - Noble Woman of the Seasons
As September's third dawn breaks over fields heavy with dew and promise, we stand at the threshold where summer's abundance meets autumn's deeper wisdom. The morning light slants through spider webs jeweled with moisture, and the air carries both warmth and the whispered secrets of coming change.
Glaoch ar an Mháthair - Calling upon the Mother
Here where the elderberries hang in dark purple clusters and the wild asters bloom in purple profusion along forgotten paths, we open ourselves to the Mother's transforming touch. The crickets sing their ancient songs while overhead, the first formations of geese trace their timeless patterns across the boundless sky.
Réidh don athrú mór - Ready for the great change
Body of the Working | Corp
Fuinneamh na talún - Energy of the earth
Today we embrace the currents of restless anticipation and tender vulnerability - two forces that spiral through our being like smoke rising from sacred fires, seemingly contradictory yet perfectly paired in the Mother's grand design.
Feel the restless energy that moves through you like wind through wheat fields, bending the golden stalks in waves of motion. This sacred restlessness is the earth's own stirring as she prepares for the great turning - the way tree sap begins to slow, the way creatures sense the approaching transformation in their very bones.
Corrach na beatha - Restlessness of life
The September afternoon carries the scent of apple orchards and the distant sound of harvest machinery. In this restless anticipation, you mirror the swallow gathering for migration, the squirrel busy with winter preparations, the very earth herself as she draws her energies inward. The Mother speaks through the rustling corn silk: "Child, your restlessness is not impatience but preparation - the soul's way of readying for what is to come."
Now feel the tender vulnerability that opens within you like morning glory blooms greeting the dawn. This is the earth's own openness - the way she exposes her heart in every flower, the way she offers her body as foundation for all growing things.
Leochaileacht úr - Tender vulnerability
The Deep Working | An Obair Dhomhain
Talamh na rúnda - Land of mysteries
Sink now into the sacred depths where restlessness and vulnerability dance together in perfect harmony. Feel your consciousness descending like roots seeking the deep waters, into the dark, fertile silence where the Mother holds all possibilities in her vast embrace.
Envision yourself walking through a September meadow at the golden hour, where tall grasses bend and sway in the evening breeze. The air shimmers with the flight of countless insects, and somewhere in the distance, a wood thrush offers its liquid song to the coming twilight. Each footfall awakens the earth's memory of countless pilgrims who have walked this sacred path before you.
Cosán na naomh - Path of the holy ones
Your restless heart recognizes itself in the migrating birds that cannot explain their urgency, yet trust the ancient compass written in their very cells. Your vulnerable soul opens like the last summer flowers that bloom with fierce beauty, knowing frost will come but choosing love over safety.
Feel the Mother's healing energy flowing up from the earth's core, through layers of stone and soil, through the roots of ancient trees, entering your body like liquid starlight. She whispers through every breeze: "Beloved, your restlessness is the stirring of new life, and your vulnerability is the gateway through which grace enters."
Grásta na Máthar - Grace of the Mother
Afterthought | Smuain Dheiridh
Take a moment to contemplate:
Ceist don chroí - Question for the heart
How might your restless energy become a sacred force for positive change, and how can your vulnerability become a bridge of connection rather than a wall of protection?
Closing Blessing | Beannachd Dheiridh
Beannacht na hOíche ag Teacht - Blessing of the Coming Night
As we close this sacred circle, feel the September evening settling around you like a gentle cloak woven from twilight and starlight. The Mother's blessing flows through your restless spirit and vulnerable heart - the understanding that both movement and openness are necessary for growth.
Suaimhneas sa chorrach - Peace in the restlessness
May you walk with the wisdom of the migrating geese who trust their inner compass, and may your heart remain open as the evening primrose that blooms in darkness. May your anticipation become sacred preparation, and your vulnerability become the gift of authentic presence.
Faoi choimirce na Máthar - Under the Mother's protection