
EMBRACING
celtic Mysticism
AS A way of life
Already in the not so deep places of our minds
there is no boundary between us and the stag of seven fights,
between us and the hawk.
A little deeper and there is no boundary
between us and the salmon.
Deeper still and there is no boundary
between us and the wind,
between us and the wave.
— John Moriarty, Invoking Ireland (inspired by The Song of Amergin from the Book of Leinster)
HEATHER IS A CELTIC CONTEMPLATIVE ANIMIST, SEER, AND STORYWEAVER.
SHE PROVIDES ORACULAR INSIGHT AND SUPPORT ROOTED IN SOVEREIGNTY, HUMILITY, AND A DEEP, ABIDING, UNYIELDING LOVE OF THE NATURAL WORLD.
IN PARTNERSHIP WITH THE UNSEEN
SHE ADVISES THOSE WHO SEEK TO REPAIR, CONNECT, AND LIVE A LIFE OF AUTHENTIC SERVICE.
YOU ARE WARMLY INVITED TO EXPLORE THIS SITE - PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO REACH OUT TO CONNECT.
HERE, THE MYTHIC INFORMS THE MYSTIC.
WELCOME, TO THE HOUSE OF ANIMISMA.
the path of the celtic mysticS

celtic mysticism honors the celtic lands, languages, & Cultures.
ALBA Scotland
Breizh BRITTANY
CYMRU Wales
Éire Ireland
Ellan Vannin the Isle of Man
KERNOW Cornwall
What's happening at the House of Animisma
What's happening at the House of Animisma
“Today, I share a conversation with one who, like Hildegard, breathes as this greening energy, the equally wondrous Heather Louise Porter, founder of Animisma.”
“An invitation to brew yourself a cuppa and invite myself (Jen Murphy of the Celtic Creatives) and Heather into your sitting room, or take us for a walk somewhere as we chat about all things animism and more...” To listen, click here.
Let's work together

TO LIFE
When I deeply listen
Trees, sing a hymn of life, eternal.
When I deeply listen
Stars, coo their ancient codes,
lulling me into a bone knowing,
the dust of my being,
one with their dreaming.
When I deeply listen
Humans, come alive, awaken.
Their death songs and grief songs and
stories of their intricate and complicated
hearts are held by my tender hands.
Dust flies off the shelf and dry stories are
quenched, released,
dissolving, as they should,
into the vast mystery of our
being.
When I deeply listen
I see the great weaving.
I am no longer boundaried, but wildly
porous,
as the sea sponge,
I
live.
- HEATHER LOUISE PORTER