This makes me want to return to the island I visited only once when I was eight years old and it was still called Aran. Your writing woke up the memory of the place in me, and I realize that it still lives within me, deep in my bones.
I feel all of this so deeply - aran, aran, aran... and this question - "Can I shed all the veils and illusions that define my diasporic life and, somehow, learn to walk these sacred spaces everyday, even when I live a quarter turn round the globe?"... I am holding this deep in my own heart and body, thank you for naming it!
This makes me want to return to the island I visited only once when I was eight years old and it was still called Aran. Your writing woke up the memory of the place in me, and I realize that it still lives within me, deep in my bones.
Oh, I love imagining the 8 year old you on Aran, Julie! I took Moira, not 15, there when she was 8. Excited for you to return there...
I feel all of this so deeply - aran, aran, aran... and this question - "Can I shed all the veils and illusions that define my diasporic life and, somehow, learn to walk these sacred spaces everyday, even when I live a quarter turn round the globe?"... I am holding this deep in my own heart and body, thank you for naming it!