August 19, 2023

Hag.
Etymological roots
include the Greek
hagios, or holy.

We were at Loughcrew, Sliabh na Cailleach, a hill of the divine hag. Standing in front of the central sacred cairn, I took time for a bit of communion. I was melding with her energy. And clearly she was merging with mine. I don’t know which of the sisters captured this image of me slipping into the countenance of Crone, but I thank her for it. 

Merging with energies in other realms is becoming a more frequent occurrence for me of late. I welcome this, even if it does take some getting used to. I generally don’t have a photographic record of it. 

I’ve been sitting with this image for a while. Knowing there would eventually be a blog post. I was just listening and waiting for the right time. And then, as the universe works, I just read Hagitude, Sharon Blackie’s new book which I highly recommend, and found this in what she wrote:

We each resonate with different archetypal landscapes, and with different nonhuman others which inhabit them along side us. …. How then do we uncover those patterns; how do we bring those images to life and let them work their magic on us? It’s not about striving to interpret them, because an image is like a kiss – once we begin to dissect it, the magic is gone. It’s simply about being with the images which call to us. It’s about believing that those images hold wisdom and insight. It’s about letting them slowly reveal themselves to us, and so revealing someone of ourselves in the process. They provide clues to who we are and who we might become. They provide clues about our path in the world and about the nature of our unique calling.

We uncover those patterns by being with them. By inviting them to take root in our lives and let the wisdom flow through us. This is not an intellectual endeavor, for as Sharon comments, striving for interpretation withdraws the magic. But our bodies and souls know absolutely what to do with these patterns. How to recalibrate to be in alignment. How to open as best we can to the wisdom and the insight and the magic.

It just takes a bit of communion. Sacred communion. And for me, that day on the hill was divine hag communion.

Blessings of Crone Wisdom,
Judith