Perhaps it‘s simply from being back in Ireland, or because Mariah and I have just seen Riverdance and now feel like we could clog our way home, but the immersion in this ancient culture, and the living, breathing artifacts of our lineage that surround us here have reinforced long-standing beliefs: that the stories we tell ourselves, the narrative of the human experience is the same no matter which ocean or border pretends to separate us; and that the dance we all seem intent on performing for each other varies only in length and coloration.
This trip, with its main focus our pursuit of training to better transmit our message, accomplished much more than that.
Simply put, we received firm affirmation that our mandate to elevate each other is not just worthwhile, it’s something we cannot avoid.
Beyond that, and somewhat to our surprise, the mandate extends to elevating ourselves, it appears. So our focus has sharpened, and we hope to soon take to the road in some form or fashion to do what we must. We’ll extend that human narrative with an emphasis on just how much we need every voice the chorus can provide. It’s not a luxury or even an option.
