Sara McFarland
Lammas, first harvest
As the first harvest arrives and the rains cool the evenings and the swallows fly in flocks like schools of fish above the fields, I...
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Sara McFarland
- Apr 9
- 3 min
Osprey neighbors
Spring comes slowly this year, frost still graces the ground with kisses in the mornings. Daffodils and grape hyacinth bloom and the...
Sara McFarland
- Mar 4
- 5 min
The wild others
Out walking with the dogs, along the road and down the path, past the four black horses who, every Sunday go out for a stroll with the...
Sara McFarland
- Feb 8
- 4 min
I don't understand this world
I'm not from here... I am reminded of this every day- through the language, culture, the questions and most recently, the total shift of...
Sara McFarland
- Jan 9
- 4 min
New beginnings fed by the tears and songs of grief
The full moon is just past. The days are growing longer in the northern hemisphere. Now, more than ever, I feel time speeding up,...
Sara McFarland
- Dec 2, 2022
- 3 min
The heartbeat of the ancestral Dolmen
Softly, slowing down, rest. I keep hearing these words. From the holy, from other humans, from the earth in winter, from my own body....
Sara McFarland
- Nov 10, 2022
- 5 min
Samhain - on moving house and re-weaving my belonging
Through the days and over the threshold of Samhain and the Day of the Dead, I moved house. This Celtic new year time, the blood moon of...
Sara McFarland
- Oct 3, 2022
- 4 min
Of Apples, Wasps and Hornets
I wrote a whole other letter to you about apples, their mythic power (from poison to food of the goods), their symbolic multiplicity...
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