Ireland Blog #4
Ducás
It's hard to explain
That feeling
When you know something well
Familiarity a substitute
For speech and poetry
Intimacy encircled
Waiting to remember
Before swooping in
Claiming what already belonged.
It really felt that way
A new dawn
A practical dreamer at the helm
The steering wheel
And the elements in collaboration
with the driver
The passengers looking out
Hopeful again for that feeling--
Ducás--
wild belonging
Land branches out,
Connecting the Sea, Song, and Mystery
I learn from the Great Mothers and Fathers
I reach out my palm
Our fingers interlock
Our eyes meet again
And something foreign dies
This is the last blog from my time in Ireland. I have journeyed across the Irish Sea and am now along the Cornwall Coast with my mother. The last ten days have been filled with learning, beauty, adventure, and wonder.
After Laura and I went our different ways, I found myself in Howth for a few days, integrating and preparing for the next part of my journey. Howth is a fishing town outside of Dublin and I enjoyed some good food, walks, and some good ol’ Schitts Creek. I picked up my mom from the airport on April 13th in the evening time. We drove to the Wicklow Mountains where we stayed at a darling Airbnb in the mountainous woodlands. On our drive we came across some deer which were the first I had seen since my arrival in Ireland. This home had a hot tub, fairy lights, stone paths, and willow weavings that gave everything a feeling of magic and attentiveness. We enjoyed the sun and lots of good tea, before making our way back to my friend Sarah’s house in Kilfinane.
The next three days were filled with lots of joy, as it is with Sarah and her family. I will let the photos do most of the sharing of these stories.
Our last day in Ireland was in the Southeast of the country. We watched the sunset along the Mahon River and slept in Dunmore East. The next day we packed up and were on the road as the sun rose. We took a four-hour ferry to Wales. On the ferry, I met an amazing couple named Jane and Padraig. She was a playwright, and he was a songwriter. We started talking because Padraig was singing a song--turned out he was writing-- about a Clancy band. We talked about music, the arts, and creativity for the entirety of the journey, as my mother slept on the couch nearby. We also got some singing in along the way. It was a marvelous way to travel across the sea!
Upon our arrival, we were welcomed by a delicious meal at a darling and hip cafe. We met some amazing women who worked at an art Gallery of a woman’s work who did Paleolithic goddess sculptures. We are now along the Cornwall Coast exploring, learning, and delighting in the beauty and mystery of this journey.
Thanks for Reading!
I was playing in the park and a young girl came up to me and handed me this beautiful bouquet of dandelions. I played her a song and her family joined her. They said she loved to sing too.
My journey in one word…
Soulfull
I feel both nourished and yet hungrier than ever for this soulful landscape of sound and story. I will be back, this is only the beginning. Thank you for following along with me on this journey. Its been a joy to share.