About The Earthweaver

The Earthweaver is a living, breathing tapestry of creativity, sacred living, and feminine remembrance. Founded by Ruth, a ceremonial artist and guide of ritual and soulful expression, The Earthweaver is a sanctuary for women longing to return home to themselves and to the Earth. Nestled in the gentle embrace of the Kerry Mountains, Ireland, this sacred space interlaces ancestral wisdom, creative fire, and cyclical living to offer deep nourishment for the soul.

Here, clay becomes prayer. Ritual becomes rhythm. Your truth is witnessed and woven with love.

With offerings spanning ceremonial ceramics, elemental guidance, seasonal retreats, and bespoke one-to-one healing sessions, The Earthweaver supports women in reclaiming their voice, honouring their inner seasons, and walking through life with reverence and radiance. Each vessel, ritual, and gathering is a sacred invitation to slow down, to feel deeply, and to remember who you are.

This is more than a business. It is a movement of remembrance.
A weaving of what was, what is, and what longs to rise within you. Welcome, sister. Your soul remembers.

About Ruth

I am Ruth. One who walks in love, who weaves from the root of devotion, who answers the call of the Earth and the line of the Mothers. I am she who follows Spirit into the unknown. I am a woman woven of earth and ember, with hands that remember the shape of the sacred. I move slowly, intentionally, like someone who has heard the old songs and knows they are meant to be lived, not just sung.

There is a deep listening within me; to the land, to silence, to the spaces between words, to the light between trees of a moss-laced forest. I carry a softness that holds strength like the oak; rooted, embodied and ancient. I dwell close to the root of things, where wild and wise meet. Clay speaks through my fingers. Fire listens to my breath. Wind dances with my hair. Water flows through my dreams. I romanticise my life, catching glimmers in the mundane moments. Birdsong, rainfall, the laughter of my children, the beat of my love’s drumming heart and the crackling of the hearth’s fire is the soundtrack to my days.

I gather the fragments of story, of self, of lineage, and offer them back as beauty, as truth, as threshold. I walk the edge where ritual begins and creativity becomes remembrance. My presence is a hearth: warm, ancestral, tender. I carry medicine in my hands, stories in my hips and freedom in my blood. I have been shattered and mended as though with kintsugi. The cracks revealing my light within. More beautiful, more compassionate, more real than before, allowing me to weave words from these sacred wounds. My path has never been straight but spiral, each a turn back to remembrance.

I am a weaver of meaning. A keeper of the slow. A vessel of the unseen made tangible.

Ceremonial Ceramicist

Ceremonial Cacao Practitioner

Reiki Healing Practitioner

Yoga Teacher 200hr RYT

Women’s Retreat Holder

Women’s Circle Facilitator

Soundbath Healing Guide