"A sea song of forever longing. A heart that has run away with the waters, one left behind waiting for the call.
High winds and high seas.
A farewell.
A beloved’s cry.
In Peia we found a third sister. Together we learned this song on a sailboat many moons ago. Polished it off enough to bring it out here in the open, but left it dirty enough to hear the roots and grit still hanging on. Singing old songs is a richness hard to put to words. A complex and necessary currency.
Connecting us to source.
To story.
To women and lineage and everything passed on and yet to come.
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As women of Celtic Isle and European descent, living in North America, we often find ourselves cut off at the roots. Disconnected from our ancestry and the rituals that have made up our blood and bones since time immemorial. Each of us have gathered songs & stories from our many years as bards, from our travels as well as from the celtic lands of our ancestors, to find a way back to our own homes within ourselves. Piece by piece. Gather tidbit by tidbit and begin the tapestry. We collect this song as a little piece of lore, a thread back to the old style of shanty singing, a forlorn love song, a way to hold memory, and a hardening of a simpler time, full of the kind of romance that we perhaps ache for.
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Invitation : bring to your minds eye mossy stones and a distant fiddle tune while you sit back around your fire lit hearth. Let this old song take you somewhere ancient. To your own original and perfectly unique root. Somewhere fruitful. Somewhere knowing... to a time of rituals and studies of the tides.
Let us return to that place, that elsewhere. "
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