Dúlindwen glides over the winter wood, her nightingale-soft song threading through the wind. She is keeper of the liminal world, twilight whisperer, dawn dancer. The slumbering forest is her domain, its winter-bare trees sentries to her silent kingdom.
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.
These four came whirling down from the trees this afternoon, dancing a dizzying ballet amongst the first snowflakes of the season, while the north wind whipped fiercely around. Catching them in a still moment was near impossible, until at last they seemed to tire and came to rest on a branch. We invited them in to warm themselves over thimblefuls of steaming nettle tea.
~ Gisela ~
~ Alida ~
~ Freja ~
~ Runa ~
Gisela, Runa, Freja, and Alida will be listed in my shop separately this evening at 8PM ADT. They are $125 USD. They are entirely hand sewn from natural fibres with the exception of their wings. They have wire armatures and can be gently repositioned. Each has a little string on her back so she can by hung as well.