Recently I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Lyn Thurman for her Quiet Rebellion Against the Ordinary podcast. We spoke about many things including how I went from being a farm girl to a television executive, to a shaman on top of a mountain in southern Italy.
Growing up in Ireland I was always aware of Saint Brigid. Each year rushes would be gathered and strewn over school desks where my classmates and I would weave Brigid’s crosses. The crosses would then be brought home and hung over the doorways of our houses as talismans for blessings and protection for the year Read More
Eileen walked out onto the Burren, the lunar limestone karst landscape of the west of Ireland. She walks here every Halloween night. She used to walk it with her mother, but she has long since returned to the soil and Eileen’s daughters have no interest in the ‘old ways’.
So she walks alone.
Except she is never really alone. That is why she walks this road on Halloween night. It is the famine road.
Inside each of us there is a place I believe that we long to call home. Even though I am from Ireland and very proud to be Irish there is also a part of me that never quite felt ‘at home’, like a part of me was always treading water looking to put down deeper roots, to really ground myself, to stop and to be very still.