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 forget💚
|Baby Shoes hung by Yvonne Conroy|
|Nuala Flynn reading a poem by Connie Roberts|
|Hearth and Heart - A child at the gate |
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|
|Shapes in the fire and candles which were at the vigils in Tuam and Belfast|
|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 day💕