She is the celestial muse, moving between worlds she carries songs of creation, magical insight, knowledge, and the old ways.
Her harp was crafted from a shell brought up to her from the depths of the ocean by Mac Lir.
She is whale song and owl song—deer song, and star song.
Poets and painters know her well, she has moved through them since the first brush laid ochre and charcoal against stone, and the first songs flowed out into the world.
In Ireland they called her Canola. It was she who gifted the very first harp to the people.
Leave offerings to her in the crevice of an old tree, bits of silver, three hairs braided together with three strands of grass, moon-white shells, flower petals—and she will weave her magic, tying strands of inspiration from the otherworld through your dreams.
She is creation.