Tuesday, 30 October 2018

In Tuam

Working with your body's innate intelligence to heal itself



I'll be operating from Spirit Healing, Tuam once a week for the month of November.

Wednesday, 5 September 2018

Vigil Aunties

                                                                 


Following this path of 
lπŸ’šve over the past two and a half years hasn't been easy. In fact, it's been the most challenging on so many levels as I've really had to investigate the darkest aspects of humanity and therefore myself. 

So much has fallen away. 


Yet what persists is the calling
to go deeper. 


The tug stronger, to follow this trail of tears. 








Luckily, Nuala Flynn, Pauline Cunningham and Val McNamara have been on board since the very beginning; collaborating, responding to the 
spaces we are called to inhabit and tuning in to the voiceless ones. 

Their ideas and presence throughout this process is vital to the work unfolding with charm and grace and it's timely to acknowledge their contribution and dedication. 
Thank you. 

Nuala, who has worked with survivors of Industrial School abuse for many years, travels all the way from London to contribute.
πŸ’šBeautiful.

Where it will all lead?
Who knows?

Letterfrack Industrial School Graveyard


Letterfrack Industrial School Graveyard






But...


"lOve will find its way. 
It always does, as it envelopes space and time bringing those absent close, reminding you their hidden presence is never lost or forgotten."

An excerpt from the coral diary.

andrewsmith.ie




Monday, 3 September 2018

Heart 'n' Hearth Letterfrack

All night vigil - Letterfrack Industrial School Graveyard. 

An incredible night of story and song around the hearth, focusing on those who died and survived. 
Entering into this space was a loving and beautiful experience. 

Friday August 31st 2018
We will not forgetπŸ’š
Baby Shoes hung by Yvonne Conroy




Nuala Flynn reading a poem by Connie Roberts

Hearth and Heart - A child at the gate 

Origin
mid 17th century (as a term in geometry and physics): from Latin, 
literally ‘domestic hearth’.
Every headstone lit by a candle which remained burning throughout the night and next morning

People mind this place



Headstones but probably not the actual graves

Hundreds of tiny faces in the ash the following morning


The names of the boys who died
Vigil Aunties
Shapes in the fire and candles which were at the vigils in Tuam and Belfast
Laurel- Victory and new growth

  • Laurel is a plant of divine status
    Glory
    High Honour
    High accomplishment of the soul
  • Victory
  • Nobility
  • Immortality
  • Second Sight (the gift of prophecy)
  • Recognition (renown) of High Achievement
  • Long-term Vision (“big picture” understandings)




Former Industrial School building

The trees hold a lot of information

Poem from the poetry trail


Each headstone lit by a candle


The embers were still hot and the candles still burning the next dayπŸ’•


Thursday, 30 August 2018

Home Baby



                                                            πŸ’”

Wednesday, 29 August 2018

Crime scene un investigated


A message from Izzy Kamikaze


Very happy & proud to have spent the weekend of with survivors, family member, campaigners, to have launched by declaring the site a crime scene.


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Children's bodies lie intermingled in a sewage tank beneath the Children's Home at Tuam, where 796 deaths were recorded. 
We are investigating.





 by Andy Newman

Andy Newman has captured some amazing imagery around Tuam

Vigilance at Letterfrack this Friday night

Between 1887 and 1974, 2,819 boys went through St Joseph's Industrial School Letterfrack in Connemara. 147 children died whilst living there, mostly of severe abuse and neglect. 

This is outdoor gathering, it's not a structured event but symbolically represents sitting up with the children who were abandoned in a cold, loveless place. 

We will not forget.
You will need coats and boots etc...
This particular night will be about listening to what needs to be heard and staying vigilant in the true sense of the word.

     Letterfrack Man by Connie Roberts
      One day I will go to Hampstead heath
      to read his postscript, written in
      oily black ash that Friday in April.
      In that hollowed ground
      where they found him,
      his last meal, 
 a pint and a take-away,
 burnt offerings,
 his overcoat melted to the bone,
 I will stand a long time;
 weep that it took so long for his
 match to spark a revolution.


Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Pilgrimage to the playground - Silent Vigil

Photo by RTE
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The keepers of the playground leading 1,200 people to a brighter future
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Bouquet made from Papal mass tickets
Remembering the mothers too