It’s a shock to me, too, that I don’t have any of the various Celtic tarot decks that are available in the world. I am in tune with what *I* was always told were the Irish roots and branches of my family tree, though my sister denies that we are Irish (she has her DNA test that shouts “Scottish!” but I ignore that).
My mother-in-law has the most Irish of birth names (first, middle, and last), so her pedigree is solid. She gave me this wonderful book many years ago with the enclosed note: Thought of you when I saw this. I have one, too. Good for picking up occasionally–for a quick “pick-me-up!”
I always say I lucked out in the parents-in-law department. I’ve photographed the book on a beautiful scarf that was given to me by another generous woman of Irish descent (her note includes, It is a [hand] painting of the Tree of Life on 100% silk. I added some of the bracelets I’ll be wearing today, including this one with the Tree of Life.
For your bit of magic today, here are the pages about the Tree of Life from Lyn Webster Wilde’s Celtic Inspirations: Essential Meditations and Texts.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you all–and I hope you get a chance to make friends (not war) with a tree. Peace.
Scots are Celts too, so I think you are all right.
Thank you, It is my only comfort. Okay, that and the idea of men in kilts.
My da’s peeps are from the Isle of Man. I don’t know if that is Celtic or not. I however love Ireland. The book of Kells is gorgeous and you bet I kissed the blarney stone
Here’s a quick blurb from a search:
The Isle of Man is one of the six Celtic nations, and has been under Norse, Scottish, English control and self-governing for much of the past thousand years. The earliest traces of people in the Isle of Man date to around 8000 BC, during the Mesolithic Period, also known as the Middle Stone Age.
Badass.