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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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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“In the midst
of that deep night
I was awoken by
the screeching fox
and the night
was so fragrant and silent
said I couldn’t bear
to let it pass in slumber”
“Symbolic” by Claire Roche
Claire’s music brought many of the Pilgrims to tears. She sat there, unable to do much else. This magical creature was so talented, yet so humble.
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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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“You will be cold. Chilled to the bone. Brought to the cusp of death, sat at the precipice, pushed to the edge. You will have to make your way back. Kicking and screaming, if need be.”
When my Pilgrimage brought me to Oweynagat Cave, I wasn’t certain what to expect. Although I did not physically descend into the darkness, my experience was profound and I came away a changed person.
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The thistle calls out to me
more of a scream than a whisper
you’ll never smell a sweeter blossom
you’ll never feel a more painful sting
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“It was just after 6 am when she found herself standing at the bottom of the stairs leading up to Loughcrew Cairns. She was well aware of the climb. About 2 kilometers from the spot where she was standing to the Cairns themselves. It was a steep ascent, but she was determined not to let it get the best of her.”
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