Mall go n-ardóidh
Somewhere, out at the edges, the night
Is turning and the waves of darkness
Begin the brighten the shore of of Dawn.
The heavy dark falls back to earth
And the freed air goes wild with light
The heart fills with fresh, bright, breath
And thoughts stir, to give birth
to colour.
I arise today
Womb of the word
In the name of stillness
Home of belonging
In the name of the Soul and Earth.
I arise today.
( Martins . In O’Donohue. D ( (1998) Eternal Echoes. Bantam Press. GB.)
To the waters and the wild
With a fairy hand in hand
For the world is more full of weeping than you can understand
( Yeats, The Stolen Child)
Mall go n-ardóidh forms part of an ongoing reseach process: (Earth Dance: Environmental Dance scholarship)
Urban re:passages 