Dùthchas: the Wisdom in Ancestral Age

 

I. "Our memories are quiet wells, 

Deep rich waters, echoing bells, 

Love tokens, smiles and summer smells, 

Our minds expanding in their shells, Our brains protective citadels 

Not almanacs for casting spells.

II. The oak tree wears its outer coat With pride, shows off each gnarly knot, Each grasping root, each liver spot. Young saplings grow from mulching rot-

Of elders' bark we owe a lot,

To ancestors beneath their plot."

🎭Shakespearian Harriet Walter, in, 

#SheSpeaks! (2024, p.30)