Mother Famine
You were lost to me before I was born. When the ram’s horn blew and the temple walls came tumbling down over my head, stone by stone, at...
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One morning, after slipping down a very muddy, wet path into a lower level of ancient rock and moss-covered trees in The Glen, on the side of Knocknareaa Mountain in County Sligo we sat and listened to an insistent drum beat while we journeyed inwards towards the ancestors. - Jenn Boire
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excerpt from Celtic Pilgrimage into Women's Power
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