Celtic-Inspired Art
From June and July 2025
Celtic Shrine of Peace
Celtic Shore
Celtic Fire
Lord of the Forest
May the strength of the forest walk beside you, may his antlers part the storm,
and may his gaze remind you
that you were born to stand tall.
and may his gaze remind you
that you were born to stand tall.
Guardian of the Forest
May her light guide your path,
her roots steady your soul,
and her breath bring you peace
in all your seasons.
her roots steady your soul,
and her breath bring you peace
in all your seasons.
Dawn of Time
She is not named, because she is every beginning.
When the wheel turns and spring returns, when the fields first stir, when the first prayer is whispered by someone unsure…
She is there.
The gods do not command her.
The kings do not own her.
She walks the sacred groves barefoot, not in ignorance, but in perfect awareness that her body, her breath, her very existence is magic.
They say if you see her once, you’ll dream of her forever.
Not for desire, but for hope.
She is the beginning of the tale.
And sometimes… she is its ending too.
When the wheel turns and spring returns, when the fields first stir, when the first prayer is whispered by someone unsure…
She is there.
The gods do not command her.
The kings do not own her.
She walks the sacred groves barefoot, not in ignorance, but in perfect awareness that her body, her breath, her very existence is magic.
They say if you see her once, you’ll dream of her forever.
Not for desire, but for hope.
She is the beginning of the tale.
And sometimes… she is its ending too.
