This series began as simple 100 word tales and then later developed into a story of a young girl’s vision (Chapters 1-38) as she looked for the dreams she had accidentally spilled out on the path. Thank you my readers for the large and loyal following that grew as the stories unfolded and became a mythical journey of her spirit.
They are not strictly tales of the “tuatha de danaan” but encompass many myths and stories on the way and will need revising to become more cohesive but here they are in the first spilling of the tales.
forward: as the Tuatha de danaan and the sidhe who are usually associated with Irish myth but were also part of the Gaelic Scottish and Manx mythology I have loosely based the stories on traditional myth of both places and my own telling to include a journey that spans both Scotland and Ireland with apologies to any scholars or purists.
let’s rest awhile
as the sun falls asleep,
and spin our dreams
into corridors of light
The Morning of the Tuatha de danann
She had followed the stag down from the Knock until it disappeared into the grove. The people of the Sidhe were near. She could feel them as Aine’s red mare climbed the hill spreading her bright cloak across the star scattered sky and the trees below. For a few moments there was silence before the sweep of light awoke the birds to their exaltation. The sacred spring was deep in the forest and anyone who drank from it was granted great wisdom. Not all had the eyes to see it, but she was after all a daughter of the Tuatha de danaan.