Maggie Calder

One of the greatest teachings I received while traveling through Scotland came from a remarkable woman in the Highlands who is a master at building community. As we sat together, I shared how deeply moved I was by the people around us. There was an older gentleman who openly shared his love to enjoy alcohol, a young woman who spoke loudly, trying to be heard, a young man dressed in women's clothing, and many others, each expressing themselves in their own unique way. I found myself saying to...

As I sat at the table of the Council in the Oracle today, something extraordinary happened. For the first time, I felt as though I could truly see them. They have always seen me, I have known that, but today something shifted within me. It was not that they had changed. It was I who had changed. A veil had quietly lifted, allowing me to perceive what had always been present. The Council began speaking of my recent journey through the authorities: the exhausting battle to receive my Old Age...

By Mar-ga-ret…Maggie Calder daughter of the Cawdor Clan This early morning, beneath the golden warmth of an unexpected Glasgow heatwave, Scotland whispered another truth into my heart. I feel my meditation changing. It is no longer simply a practice of stillness. It has become a weaving—a deep remembering that lives within the consciousness of all things. Here, the ancient stones have become my teachers. They stand strong and unwavering, reminding me to stand fully in who I am. Yet the...