The Musings category gathers Jean’s deeper reflections on faith, symbolism, sacred history, kingship, cosmic order, and the hidden patterns that shape both nature and the human soul. These writings are contemplative and often exploratory, weaving together scripture, ancient myth, sacred geometry, alchemy, seasonal cycles, and the Mystery tradition.

Here you will find meditations on the return of light in winter, the role of polarity within creation, the meaning of sacral kingship, the symbolism of sovereignty, and the spiritual implications of cultural narratives both ancient and modern. These are not academic treatises, nor are they political commentary in the ordinary sense. Rather, they are invitations to look beneath appearances — to ask what patterns are operating beneath the surface of history, media, tradition, and even our own inner lives.

Jean often explores how myth and scripture intersect, how Celtic cosmology converses with Christian gnosis, and how archetypal patterns such as death and rebirth, sacrifice and sovereignty, darkness and renewal repeat themselves in cycles. Central to these reflections is the conviction that Christ is not merely a historical figure, but the living Logos — the ordering principle present throughout creation.

The Musings posts encourage readers to slow down, question inherited assumptions, and seek understanding through contemplation rather than reaction. They ask: What does nature reveal about divine order? What does ancient kingship teach about integrity and responsibility? How do the heavens mirror the soul?

In these writings, beauty, truth, and symbolism converge — inviting each reader to awaken more fully within God’s dream.

Honoring the Land

By |2026-03-28T02:06:00+02:00January 3rd, 2021|Musings|

Is it better for people to leave nature completely alone whenever possible? There's a common conception that nature would be better without humans. It's true that some of our activities are insanely more destructive than any other animal, but we also have an incredible power to do good and to help regeneration to occur. That's one of the things we're striving for here at the Sanctuary.     There is a saying that knowledge without action is ...

Thank You!

By |2026-03-28T21:40:49+02:00January 1st, 2021|Musings|

As we start the fresh new year of 2021, I would like to thank each of you for your incredible support of the vision and mission of Crossing Hedgerows Farm and Sanctuary. We could not exist without our community. For all the ways, large and small that you have contributed, it is very much appreciated.   Crossing Hedgerows Farm - Autumn 2020   May this year bring us all many blessings and may we have ...

A Visit With Our Outside Friends

By |2026-03-25T02:23:45+02:00December 28th, 2020|Musings|

The Cavanaugh house and farm sits on a 5 acre parcel of land, and then we have another separate parcel of 13 acres that has been designated as the Sanctuary land. We (Cavanaughs) don't get out to walk the entire Sanctuary parcel every day, but we try to make a round at least once a week to the majority of it. No two walks are ever the same (as those who enjoy taking nature walks are certainly ...

Beannacht / Blessing

By |2026-03-26T01:33:47+02:00December 23rd, 2020|Musings|

Sunset at Crossing Hedgerows Sanctuary - photo by Brennah Cavanaugh   Beannacht / Blessing On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come to awaken in you a meadow of delight. When the canvas ...

Song of Life

By |2026-03-26T01:43:11+02:00December 19th, 2020|Flora, Musings|

Oak tree at Crossing Hedgerows Sanctuary. Photo by Brennah Cavanaugh Song of Life by Charles Mackay (1814 - 1889)   A traveller on a dusty road Strewed acorns on the lea: And one took root and sprouted up, And grew into a tree. Love sought its shade at evening-time, To breathe its early vows; And Age was pleased, in heights of noon, To bask beneath its boughs. The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, The birds ...

Eala Sruthán

By |2026-03-25T02:11:27+02:00December 17th, 2020|Musings|

The north branch of the Swan Creek flows through Crossing Hedgerows Sanctuary and continues all the way to Lake Erie. Swan Creek is Eala Sruthán in Gaelic. We originally had used that name for our farm, but nobody could pronounce it, so we eventually settled on Crossing Hedgerows. But to us (the Cavanaughs), the creek is still Eala Sruthán. This is how it looks today with the new fallen snow and rabbit prints all along the edge. ...

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