In receptivity to the lands of Éireann. Over many moons. Éiru has awoken the deep well of memory in many of us.
Having been initiated into the ways of being with and seeing the land, I feel them now in my heart. Like never before, inside me somehow, living and breathing. The heat of the drum in the deep is the beating of my own heart. I did not know what was beginning, when this began. I did not forsee the land having such an overwhelming affect on me, on my being. I was unaware of the empty, untended space which existed before this relationship had begun. I do not know where it is leading me; only that I will continue to follow. I have learned, seen, and felt so much, and still, it is only a beginning.
Éiru has plucked me from the liminal realms. Cradled me in her hands. Allowed the golden eye to shine. Blown her gentle winds. And now, I am on my way.
"The Strong Eye of the Sun", 8 x 12, ink on paper.