My journey to Ireland’s sacred landscapes wouldn’t be complete without visiting Trinity College in Dublin. For what could be more sacred to a writer than walking the same path as once travelled by Oscar Wilde and Bram Stoker (to name but two)?
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“Not someone you’d want to meet, the Washer at the Ford. The Bean Nighe. Certainly not someone you’d want in charge of your laundry. For if she sets to washing for you, it is your burial garb she’s fretting over. It is said that the Bean Nighe are the spirits of women who died in childbirth, cursed to this work until the time when they would have died naturally.”
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One night, as we gathered for supper, Thorn asked us to choose a line from something we’d written that we felt best represented our personal journey to Ireland. Something that spoke to us and that we would carry with us.
Each of us wrote our chosen line on a sheet of paper. Thorn took the sheet back to her cabin and in the quiet hours of the night, combined those lines into a shared poem.
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“These rocks, these stones
this wind and loam,
Soon, it became our anthem…
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calling to Brigid
offering to leave
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“Welcome! Welcome!”, he said. His arms open wide, he gestured toward the cottage. “Go on up. I’ll be right there.”
The Pilgrims gathered outside, taking photos and chatting quietly. Soon, they were taken though and out to the back garden, where the tree labyrinth was waiting.
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