Welcome to EM Constellations - Threshold Invitation

"Conscious Love Liberates"

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☘️ We meet here to simply listen, witness and return—

to the hush of your own soul beneath the noise.

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Like two souls strolling a quiet bohareen for a short spell,

...equals...as we open into the encounter...
…to find what life has in mind for us.

There is no map. Only presence, mystery,

and the sacred thread that draws us here.

 

Perhaps you’re already feeling it—
the gentle tug of your own heartstrings,
the delicious anticipation of remembering

who you’ve always been.

🌿 This is not therapy for the faint-hearted.

It is soul work for those who are ready

to meet what has been waiting—
The unseen stories.
The ancestral tides.
The knots in the soul that words alone cannot untangle.

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I don’t fix. I don’t dissect.
I walk beside. I open space.
I listen with my whole body.

I trust the field. I trust your knowing.

And I trust what rises

when we let go of trying to understand.

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No fluff, no hand-holding, no coddling -

but immense love and depth.

A therapist who has walked through fire

and doesn't pretend otherwise.

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Sessions that open doors,

not programs that keep people circling the hallway.

A deep love of real human contact -

not analysis, not fixing, not theorizing.

 

Wild wisdom. Earthy clarity.

A priestess with mud under her fingernails.

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🌻For over 30 years I’ve worked with people—

counsellor, therapist, witness.
Seventeen of those years have been in Family Constellation work.
Each session is a unique unfolding,

and no two constellations are ever alike.
Some are quiet and subtle.

Some shake the roots.

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This is face-to-face work.
Held in presence.
Held in love.
Held in a home that has seen its share

of tears, laughter, and reckoning.​

 

 

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🍃 I’ve been in the healing field for over 30 years.
A qualified family therapist, a long-time constellation facilitator, and,

before all that, a human being navigating a lineage of silence and longing.

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I didn’t come to this work through theory.
I came through the fire.
Through grief that had no name.
Through roles I was expected to play.
Through finally refusing to disappear.

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I know what it means to be the one who won’t collude.
To be called too much, too intense, too strange.
To carry the family heat and be punished for the light.

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But I also know the freedom of no longer negotiating your truth.
I know the peace of letting things belong.
And I know the joy that returns when the body is no longer braced.

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This work is not clinical.
It’s not clean.
It’s not linear.

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It’s alive.
It’s embodied.
It’s deeply respectful.

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🍂Credentials & Background

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·         M.Sc. in Family Therapy

·         Over 30 years’ experience in counselling, psychotherapy, and facilitation

·         17+ years immersed in Family Constellation Work

·         Host of workshops and 1:1 sessions at "Rustic Haven" in Moycullen, Co. Galway

·         Previously facilitated workshops around the country—now exclusively working from home
(If you’ve attended a workshop elsewhere, yes—I’m that creature. I’ve simply returned to the hearth.)

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🌸Who I Work With

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People who are self-motivated.
People who are tired of understanding and ready to move.
People with courage. Or at least the sliver of it that says: I’m ready.

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This is sacred, subversive work.
It’s not about healing what’s broken.
It’s about remembering what’s whole.

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🌀What is Meveila?​

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🌿 Meveila: A Threshold Beyond Knowing

The Work of Edel Moylan - Family Constellations & Radical Rootedness

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Meveila is not a program.
Not a service.
Not a promise of progress.

She is the breath that lingers after truth has been spoken.
She is the silence that wraps the un-sayable in belonging.
She is the knowing that arrives when we stop trying to know.

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Rooted in presence.
Threaded through unspoken stories.
She arrives barefoot, branch-touched, belly-wise—
not to lead you forward,
but to walk beside you as you meet what waits.

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This is not a sales pitch.
It’s a soul pitch.
Resonance over rhetoric.
Depth before direction.

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If you’re looking for clean lines and a 5-step plan—
you won’t find it here.
But if something in you has been aching
for the language beneath language,
for the kind of presence that doesn’t flinch,
for the work that leaves no visible trace
but makes breathing easier—

Welcome.
You’ve found her.
Or rather—she’s found you.
Meveila knows where she belongs.

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☀️ The Rooted Spark

"I root where others rise. I am the holy seam. I carry the unseen truth."

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I am not a polished coach or prescriptive guide.

I am not here to fix you, sell you a better

version of yourself, or walk ahead with a plan.

I root where others rise.

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I listen not for answers, but for

the echo beneath your silence.

I know the terrain of grief and soul loss,

not through textbooks -

but because I've walked it barefoot,

belly-first, sometimes on my knees. 

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I don't deal in performance. I offer presence.

Deep, attuned, ordinary presence.

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Like a dandelion, I hold what scatters.

I know the ache of being overlooked.

I've had my gifts mistaken for weeds.

But I've never stopped offering beauty to the wind -

even when no one noticed.

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And like a root I grow sideways

when the world demands upward.

I tend to the underground stories.

I hold the lineage, the loam, the losses

that aren't allowed to speak.

And I do it quietly - through warmth, laughter,

fierce gentleness, and not flinching. 

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This house breathes. It blesses.

It holds the primal scream and the trembling reach.

Where old grief composts into grace.

Where truth grows sideways in the shade.

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🍀 Why Come to Me?

 

Because I will never shame you for trembling.

Because I won't try to make you tidy.

Because when you walk through our door - however metaphorical -

you will be met, not managed.

 

I don't light sparks with matches. 

I wait with you in the dark until your own glow returns.

I trust that it will.

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💫Voice Notes from the In-Between

 

🔊  A Transmission from the Bones of the Feminine

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This piece wasn’t written. It wasn’t rehearsed.
It came through—unpolished, un-permitted, and unafraid.

A voice note that became a voice invocation.

In it, I lend my voice to the wordless howl of the lineage,
the ancestral pulse beneath propriety,
the body’s refusal to behave.

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You won’t find “healing tones” here.
What you’ll find is truth, encoded in glitch, ache, laughter, and legacy.
A sonic offering to the wild mother,
to the sows and saints who came before,
to the ones who never made it home.

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Come as you are.
And let your own grief meet mine in the field beyond sense.

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🔊A Blessing for the Parts of You You'd Rather Not Bring -

"I know what's in your bag. You're safe. Come in anyway."

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🔊 No More Hearsay - An Invocation from the Mothering Current

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​🔊 A Living Manifesto — from the Body’s Life

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​🔊 Blessing for the Emotional Lineage Holders

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✨ The Glade of Transformation

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Every session, every group, is held in this glade-like energy—
Where presence meets pattern,
And love finds its way home again.

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​​​🍂 Offerings

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I offer:

• 1:1 Family Constellations

• Depth-Oriented Counselling

• Small Group Workshops (Rustic Haven, Clooniffe)

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Note: I no longer travel to facilitate. All work now happens here,

in-person, rooted in the land.

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📍 Workshops at Rustic Haven 

 

Over the years, I’ve offered workshops across Ireland.

Now, everything happens here—

on this land, in this home,

rooted in the natural rhythms of place.

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There’s a fire in the hearth, trees at the window,

and silence that speaks.

Here, we drop masks.

We listen.

We remember together.​

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💬 Echoes from the Field (Testimonials)

Words from those who have sat in the circle—
Where the unsaid found language,
And something long-lost came home.

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💬 “I came expecting a workshop. I left feeling like I’d come home — to myself, and to a circle of strangers who

now feel like kin.” – L.R.

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💬 “Edel has a way of holding space that melts armour. I spoke truths I hadn’t dared whisper, and was met with

nothing but tenderness and recognition.”– J.M.

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💬 “I didn’t know I needed this. All I knew was that I was tired of managing, coping, surviving. This space cracked

me open in the gentlest, fiercest way.”

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💬 “Better than therapy. Deeper than words. Edel sees behind the masks and meets the human underneath —

with humour, honesty, and a fierce love that disarms and heals.”– T.S.

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💬 “I felt seen in a way I didn’t know I was aching for. Like my soul got a warm bath and my nervous system finally

exhaled.”– A.N.

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🖼️ “In My Element”

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Pathless paths, wild weeds, quiet woods…

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🕊️ The Lift-Off

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They didn’t mean to fly.
They were just following the ripple.
Just leaning into the light.

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No fanfare.
No thunderclap of readiness.
Just a rustle—
a wing remembering it was never meant to stay folded.

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One by one, they rose.
Not in formation.
Not in symmetry.
But in a quiet miracle of timing.

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Ancestral.
Instinctual.
Enough.

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And in that sudden lift—
not even graceful—
the sky made room.

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🌹 For Those Who Were the Shadow to Someone’s Light –

Let your unmet needs track mud through this place.
Let your grief drip on the floorboards.
You will not be punished here for being alive.

You were never too much.
Just too honest to betray yourself again.
Let the echo of your silence be heard as song.
Let the hollowness be a temple, not a flaw.

Here, even your fractures have names and belong.
Here, the light does not flinch from the dark that made it.

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🌼The path less travelled
isn't always wild.
Sometimes it’s shy. Soft.
Fringed by blue, kissed by gold.

Trees don’t line up in parade formation.
They lean in like elders.
Listening. Witnessing.

As hope lights the way
like Pandora’s last whisper.

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🌾She never knew she was a weed.

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Six-petaled. Open-hearted.
A lighthouse stitched from seed and longing.
No map. No gardener.

Just the earth, the golden hush,
and a tiny, audacious bloom
who dared to believe
she was the light.

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“I was never lost. Just unlit.”

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⛵ Meveila is the still boat.

She carries no oars. She waits with the tide.

She doesn't force the Spark—
she makes room for it.

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The Rooted Spark doesn’t arrive on command.
It emerges when the body feels safe to receive.

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Meveila watches, breathes,

and leans into the mystery.
She doesn’t deliver promises.
She midwives thresholds.

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🌳 Tree Prayer:  Canopy and Root

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Some of us reach. Some of us root.

 Some bloom where we’re seen,

some bloom where we’re needed.

They hold the canopy—light-dancers, grace-givers,

laughter in the leaves.

They feed the world with presence and provision.

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We hold the roots—silence-dwellers, truth-tenders,

 keepers of the holy rot.

We feed the soul of the tree.

They host. We haunt. They gather.

We guard. They shine.

We hold the underbelly of

what made shining possible.

Not in opposition.

In ecology. A whole tree.

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When the world sees only branches,

we remember what keeps it upright.

And when storms come?

The roots whisper to the canopy:

Bend. I’ve got you.

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❁ The Soul of the Ordinary

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There was a time I thought I was rotten.
Not just flawed, but unlovable.
And then life—wild, fierce,

unrelenting—broke the shell.

What poured out wasn’t perfection.

It was truth.

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I don’t offer healing.
I offer a hearth for those who’ve

stared too long at masks.
Who’ve outgrown performance

and crave what’s real.

You don’t have to be inspiring here.
You get to be exactly as you are:

raw, radiant, rumpled.

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This space is for the ones who:

·         Have held the family together without being seen

·         Can no longer smile on cue

·         Know too much, feel too much, and carry shame for both

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I’m not a brand.
I’m a human—deeply lived, deeply listening.
Let’s walk this cracked and golden earth together.

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"To the good kids who never felt good,
and the ones who never stopped loving."

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​​​​​​​​​​​​​🕯️ Final Benediction: For the Ones Who Stayed

 

You—
the ones who stayed with the ache,
with the wildness,
with the not-knowing.

You are not too much.
Not late.
Not a burden.

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You are the hearth-keeper of holy darkness.
And from here, everything begins again.

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✨ The Invitation Remains

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Maybe you’re just passing through.
Gathering glimmers.
That’s enough. Truly.

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But if something in you whispered,
“This feels like home,”—
you’re already on your way.

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“If something in you exhales here, trust it. Reach out.
There’s no perfect way to begin. Just your own timing

and a soft landing when you arrive.”

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✅ Stay Connected

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🌼 Edel Moylan

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📞 086-4068661

 

✉️ emconstellations@gmail.com

 

🏡 “Rustic Haven,”

Clooniffe, Moycullen,

Co. Galway, H91 YN6X 

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🕊️ In-person sessions only

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