This is a three-part series about the epic ancestral music that runs through our bones. When I knew we were going to be in Ireland this summer I started searching for ways to connect to Irish music. JT Beggs, a friend I met in California, told me about touring through Ireland, attending music ‘summer schools’ […]
This is a three-part series about the epic ancestral music that runs through our bones. I’m back after a work hiatus. Thank goodness for friends. If it weren’t for Tim Corcoran, a longtime friend who gets me and the significance of my journey to Ireland, I might have drifted from my love. As it is, […]
This is a three-part series about the epic ancestral music that runs through our bones. The next morning it was music lessons time. At the start of these things, you have to pick what instrument you are going to play. Being familiar with Maine Fiddle Camp, I knew that I could try fiddle or stand […]
I began my integration upon returning home by storytelling in a stream of consciousness style. It was the only way for me to begin digesting the interconnectedness of this synchronistic quest. The linking of events, knowledge, quotes, people made the story non-linear, and impossible really to tell in an A to B time-based sequence. For […]
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I’m a high-context guy. I value the orientation and meaning I receive from knowing the context I’m in. In terms of my trip to Ireland it shows up in the form of these kinds of questions: What life stage am I in and what is the developmental imperative? How can this quest serve my living […]
We were impressed by the beauty growing out of the stone, and she stopped and said ” beautiful aren’t they? And they live off of nothin. And if you try to plant them they won’t grow. You just have to let them come”
This is a picture of an old old fiddle that hasn’t been opened in 21 years, since the elder died. They decided to open it the night we were there.