Oh Molly... You so beautifully articulated what I felt when we went to Ireland (for my 60th)... I also recognized those things, and my freckles and my love of yarning at a fence. My most significant moment was in West cork where my ancestors came from and left in the diaspora of the potato famine when I viscerally felt the pain of their hunger and death... It was a mystical moment ... And I realized how brave they were to leave in order to survive (some of which showed up in story mamal for me 😀) which is how I came to be born in Australia! Yes we are a multitude. Thank you for this. My tears are flowing.
Ah loved this so much!
Thanks, Meg. xo
Me too! All the rich details and the ALIVENESS, made me feel like I was right there with you. Thanks for this beautiful share.
Yes, so much aliveness!
Oh Molly... You so beautifully articulated what I felt when we went to Ireland (for my 60th)... I also recognized those things, and my freckles and my love of yarning at a fence. My most significant moment was in West cork where my ancestors came from and left in the diaspora of the potato famine when I viscerally felt the pain of their hunger and death... It was a mystical moment ... And I realized how brave they were to leave in order to survive (some of which showed up in story mamal for me 😀) which is how I came to be born in Australia! Yes we are a multitude. Thank you for this. My tears are flowing.
Jo, thank you for this piece of your story! It makes sense to me that you would feel it in your bones that way. We are a multitude, indeed.
Love this. The ache it creates in me is familiar & brings sadness. I’m reminded of it again.
Thanks Zoe. Ache is a great word.