Leaving Crann Og on Saturday morning, we rode the bus across the county of Clare to the coast, where we all got out at the trailhead – which happened to be at a glorious rock shop. Okay, a few minutes shopping never hurts. Then we started walking along the edge of the Cliffs of Moher ten kilometers to the visitor center.
There, we were allowed to do two performances, gathering crowds and cheers as we shared poetry, songs and tunes. We celebrated inside with hot chocolate, and a visit to their extraordinary exhibit on the geological formation of the cliffs.
When we were done, we walked the next 10k, all the way to Doolin, where we found the Rainbow Hostel waiting for us.
What we didn’t know is that we would never meet Mattie, the generous and beautifully spiritual older man who runs the hostel. He’d given us a special sea-rounded stone that we carried all year preparing for this trip. But Mattie is in the coastal guard, and while we were there, he had to recover two people, a man and a woman, who had taken their lives on the cliffs.
We did a powerful meditation to support the release of their spirits, and send them blessings to heal their misery.
Bless you all and the sacred holding of space for the suffering so that it may be released. Not only Bards, but Healers, on this journey.
Ditto. We are lifting our prayers to them, you all, Mattie, and everyone at Doolin.