A charad, you have spoken from my soul......I was born and lived many years on the shores south of Boston living in Irish rich neighborhoods that I truly never understood how Irish my upbringing was. Every summer I would greet with love the many young Irish women that came to earn money to support their education. Unknowingly I was engulfed deep in Irish culture, and at last I began to understand on my many Pilgrimages to Ireland and especially Clare and Kerry. When I read your story and the words "calling me to consider how diasporic grief may be liken to the loss of a vital soul part - one that may possibly reside on distant shores", I felt it so deeply to be true of my own soul's Selkie journey. Míle Buíochas
Julie, a chara, your message is such gift to receive - buíochas ó chroí. As I read your words, I had chills running down my arms and a gently Otherworldly nudging at my side. There is much draíocht in what you've spoken here - the kind that's found in the shared experience of Éireann's kindred souls. Go raibh maith agat for taking the time to leave this note. And here's to continuing the spiral of our journeys as our selkie souls continue to find our way home. Beannachtaí.
🙏🏻✨️🦭 I've always been an ocean and shoreline gal - but hadn't put two and two together until sitting with this piece. What a gift to connect with like hearted spirits like yourself here.
Thank you for this. The Selkie soul lives deep in my bones, and I do believe many of us are people of the in-between. Once selkie, yet now land dwellers, but neither completely of the land nor of the see, but in between.
Absolutely beautiful and sacred writing, I have felt all that so many times. Im thinking now of my own o’reilly roots in Ireland. The way Irish night dreams have always flooded me, how Australia has never felt like home as wild and beautiful as it is, it’s like being married to someone who is not your true kin, your true soulmate.
It's so wonderful to connect with you Mirabel. With our O'Reilly roots, you never know, we may be cousins down the line! And oh, how I so resonate with this: 'how Australia has never felt like home as wild and beautiful as it is'. What blessings and grief invitations the ocean speaks - especially to the Irish landscapes of our bones. Buíochas ó chroí for your message 🙏🏻💚
The Selkie story is such a powerful one, and I love how you have woven it into your being. Even after twelve generations I do not feel I belong on this land - or perhaps it's that I no longer belong. My skin has long since dissappeared, and I long for a new one.
Myra, I so resonate with your sentiments here: "...- or perhaps it's that I no longer belong". There's something to this story that has me feeling that there is a way to connect with our long lost (or to find a new) sealskin, but the story is still revealing itself. Oh how I love the creative process and working with the spirit of these tales!
You know this one speaks to the core of the croí and the sea of my soul. Thank you.
Buíochas ó chroí, a cara, for walking this journey with me 🙏🏻💚🌀
A charad, you have spoken from my soul......I was born and lived many years on the shores south of Boston living in Irish rich neighborhoods that I truly never understood how Irish my upbringing was. Every summer I would greet with love the many young Irish women that came to earn money to support their education. Unknowingly I was engulfed deep in Irish culture, and at last I began to understand on my many Pilgrimages to Ireland and especially Clare and Kerry. When I read your story and the words "calling me to consider how diasporic grief may be liken to the loss of a vital soul part - one that may possibly reside on distant shores", I felt it so deeply to be true of my own soul's Selkie journey. Míle Buíochas
Julie, a chara, your message is such gift to receive - buíochas ó chroí. As I read your words, I had chills running down my arms and a gently Otherworldly nudging at my side. There is much draíocht in what you've spoken here - the kind that's found in the shared experience of Éireann's kindred souls. Go raibh maith agat for taking the time to leave this note. And here's to continuing the spiral of our journeys as our selkie souls continue to find our way home. Beannachtaí.
I so feel this, and I understand. I’ve long referred to myself as ‘a selkie, missing her pelt’.
🙏🏻✨️🦭 I've always been an ocean and shoreline gal - but hadn't put two and two together until sitting with this piece. What a gift to connect with like hearted spirits like yourself here.
Thank you for this. The Selkie soul lives deep in my bones, and I do believe many of us are people of the in-between. Once selkie, yet now land dwellers, but neither completely of the land nor of the see, but in between.
Céad míle buíochas, Mythic Mothers for this. Yes, yes - "neither completely of the land nor of the sea, but in between." 🐚🌊✨🌀
Hope you got a lot out of that artist residency.
I continue to be ever, ever so grateful to Co. Kerry. I feel like her shores will forever speak to me. 🙏🏻💚🌀✨🌊
Absolutely beautiful and sacred writing, I have felt all that so many times. Im thinking now of my own o’reilly roots in Ireland. The way Irish night dreams have always flooded me, how Australia has never felt like home as wild and beautiful as it is, it’s like being married to someone who is not your true kin, your true soulmate.
It's so wonderful to connect with you Mirabel. With our O'Reilly roots, you never know, we may be cousins down the line! And oh, how I so resonate with this: 'how Australia has never felt like home as wild and beautiful as it is'. What blessings and grief invitations the ocean speaks - especially to the Irish landscapes of our bones. Buíochas ó chroí for your message 🙏🏻💚
The Selkie story is such a powerful one, and I love how you have woven it into your being. Even after twelve generations I do not feel I belong on this land - or perhaps it's that I no longer belong. My skin has long since dissappeared, and I long for a new one.
Myra, I so resonate with your sentiments here: "...- or perhaps it's that I no longer belong". There's something to this story that has me feeling that there is a way to connect with our long lost (or to find a new) sealskin, but the story is still revealing itself. Oh how I love the creative process and working with the spirit of these tales!